#under my wings you will find refuge

[fivie]

Chapter 23 let's gooooooo!! 🙌

#under my wings you will find refuge #I can't believe that the trick to making progress with something you're struggling with is to not look at it for a while #I was so stuck with this chapter and then I went away and worked on another fic for a while #and when I came back I was like 'oh. I'm like five lines of dialogue from the end' #incredible #will I remember this? probably not

[omgjolras]

soo i purely made this blog because i'm currently enjoltaire trash and i've been reading Under My Wings You Will Find Refuge on ao3 by wonderful @fivie and ugghhh angel!Grantaire is just so GOOD

#les mis #les miserables #grantaire #enjoltaire #under my wings you will find refuge #i lovveee himmm no spoilers i'm on chapter 13 #exr

[mcd217]

It ought to be a crime that I was unaware of these Enjoltaire fanfics until last week

#enjoltaire #enjolras x grantaire #world aint ready #under my wings you will find refuge #wish I had been here for peak fandom

[dancy-nrew]

Fool…

#under my wings you will find refuge #happy fucking tenth anniversary holy shit! #it still slaps ok! alright! #was informed at a news year party that it had updated so maybe I did spend the first morning of the year catching up and then drawing this #id in alt text #my stuff

[witchstone]

would you guys forgive me if i got back into spn

#diary #been thinking thots and rereading under my wings you will find refuge

[musical-shit-show]

bad idea, right?

Pairing: Adam (Hazbin Hotel) x Sinner!Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #47 (“you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”) from Prompt List 1 and #34 (“hate is not the word. i loathe you.”) from Prompt List 3

Warnings: Spoilers for Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel, heavy cursing, homophobic language, Adam is just generally an asshole (duh), mentions of murder, depression (?), angst, digital stimulation, choking, general kinda rough smut (18+, minors DNI!!!)

Word Count: 1,657

Author’s Note: So ever since that Hazbin finale, I’ve loved the concept of Adam getting sent to Hell, mirroring how Sir Pentious was redeemed to Heaven. So, since it’s Hell, I figured this would make sense to have it be a little darker and more mature than my typical stuff. So yeah, minors DNI (for real, I don’t want to have to block anyone). If people like this, I might try my hand at other Hazbin characters if I feel so moved (or if anyone sends in a request). As always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists if you do want to send in a request! Happy reading, you degenerates.

“Would you get your hands off me? I just stepped in the door, asshole.”

“Did anyone see you?”

The door slammed behind you, shaking the walls of the seedy motel room on the west side of Pentagram City. Needy hands were already roaming over your figure, and you groaned in frustration.

“No,” you hissed, shrugging away from Adam’s grasp, taking off your overcoat. It was raining heavily that night, so most of the denizens of Hell had confined themselves to the indoors for the evening. That is if they weren’t working the corner or trying to find their next fix.

“As if I want to be spotted here anyways,” you huffed, “I have a reputation to uphold too, ya know.”

“Reputation,” he repeated, his golden eyes glowering beneath the horned mask that he still insisted on wearing. He chuckled darkly, “If I was seen cavorting around with a fucking sinner, there would be zero chance of me getting back to where I rightfully belong.”

Adam couldn’t fathom how this happened to him. He was then first man, the first human, and wielded unimaginable angelic power beyond comprehension.

But he was taken out by a two-foot tall, one-eyed maid with a penchant for stabbing. It almost would’ve been badass if it didn’t result in his untimely demise.

Next thing he knew, he woke up hours later, his angelic form altered into a tacky red and black cloak and broken wings. He still maintained his gold pupils, a haunting reminder of his previous afterlife.

And now he was a fallen angel.

Fallen.

Fallen. All because of that clit-licker Charlie Morningstar and her merry band of misfits. Which, at the present moment, included you. You had decided to take up residence at the Hazbin Hotel, and it made his blood boil.

So why did he still feel so drawn to you?

“Newsflash, but you’re down here too, dickwad,” you spat, taking offense to his comment, “You fucked up big time going after Lucifer’s daughter, and you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”

Before you could launch into a tirade, Adam grabbed you firmly, pulling you flush against him, “Ya know,” he purred, “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“Pig.”

“Talking back will only make you pay for it later, dollface,” he growled, his dick twitching under his robe as he eyed you hungrily, “And if you didn’t like it, why do you keep coming back for more, hmm?”

You glared at him. The truth was, you didn’t know. He was the antithesis of everything you were trying to work toward; ever since the Princess of Hell had let you seek refuge in her hotel, you felt like you actually could be on the path to redemption.

That is, before you had a chance encounter with a fallen angel—and not just any fallen angel, but Earth’s first man—who also happened to be a massive shithead. You almost felt bad about lying to Charlie and the rest of the crew, but there was something about Adam that made it impossible for you to stay away.

You felt your insides twist as Adam spun you around so your ass was pressed against him, his form much larger and intimidating than your own. You let out a groan as his fingers weaved through your hair, giving it a slight tug as he pulled it back to expose your neck.

He nipped at the sensitive skin by your collarbone, while his other hand deftly palmed around the front of your skirt until it was hiked up to expose your panties. You should’ve been disgusted by the thought of him—and oftentimes, you were—but that didn’t stop your body from tingling with arousal.

He could sense it, the anger radiating off of you. It only turned him on more. These days, he only felt this kind of thrill when he was taunting you, teasing you until you came undone around him.

It was almost as good as when he would come down for his yearly visit, slaughtering sinners with his faithful lieutenant by his side.

Almost.

“Can’t hate me that much when you’re wet as fuck for me, huh hot stuff?” he said, his voice low in your ear. His grip tightened, the discomfort of his clawed fingers becoming almost unbearable.

“Hate is not the word,” you muttered, venom laced in your words, “I loathe you. I should do all of Hell a favor and kill you for good.”

You both knew your threats were empty. Having been an angel, Adam possessed more power than half the overlords of Hell. There was nothing special about you. If he wanted, he could snap you like a twig.

But despite his best efforts, Adam was incredibly lonely. Despondent, even. He didn’t know who he was without his legion of exterminators and Lute.

He had no plan to take over even a measly quadrant of Pentagram City, because he was struggling with the point of it all. Most overlords were now armed to the teeth with angelic weapons, which meant one more stab to the back and he was done for good.

Maybe an end to this misery would be good, but he so desperately wanted to claw his way back to Heaven that it wasn’t a risk he was currently willing to take.

He felt like a pathetic coward. But at least he had you to torment. At least when he was with you, he could stifle the cacophony of melancholia in his head. For a little while, anyways.

“Ugh, I love it when you talk dirty,” he mused, unphased by your aggression as he removed your shirt, exposing your breasts. His fingers moved your clit as he stroked you through your underwear, making you flinch, “Face it, toots. You might not be as fucked up as I am, but you have to admit this is adds just the right amount of spice to your miserable fucking existence.”

“If you’re gonna monologue all night about me being demon scum, I can go,” you shot back, glancing back at him with an annoyed look splashed across your face. “Besides, I told you last time, I’m not fucking you if you keep that stupid mask on.”

The digital façade he wore fell into a scowl, but Adam caved almost immediately and tossed the mask aside, revealing his tousled brown hair and piercing eyes. A five o’clock shadow adorned his face, and you’d almost consider him handsome if you knew nothing about his personality.

He pushed you onto the bed, his fingers threading to grip your hair again, making your back arch. Your comfort was the last thing on Adam’s mind. A part of him actually liked that you fought back against him; being challenged made fucking you even more interesting. 

You could feel how hard he was against your ass, and the pit in your stomach started to tense as you felt his cock rub against your folds, your panties now hanging pathetically from your ankles after he ripped them away from your waist.

Satan forbid he actually take off that stupid outfit of his; he had no problem disrobing you, but you didn’t have time to protest. With a sudden thrust, he sheathed himself into you, making you moan involuntarily.

You could almost hear the smirk coming from behind you as Adam began to pound into you almost immediately, his pace steady and rough. “You’re gonna take it like a good little slut, aren’t you?” he mocked, not letting on how perfect you felt around him, “You know there isn’t demon dick in all of Hell that’s as good as the original.”

How this guy got into Heaven in the first place, you’d never know. “Wouldn’t be too sure of that,” you needled as he pulled you to him again, his strokes getting deeper and making your abdomen tighten, “I’ve heard Lucifer is amazing in bed.”

You knew this would set him off; any time you invoked Lucifer’s name, you knew you were playing with fire.

Adam growled in your ear, his temper flaring. His rhythm quickened, becoming more frantic and desperate. You felt your eyes starting to water as he slammed into you, causing your pussy to throb around him.

Before you could utter another insult, you felt his hand finally loosen its grip on your hair and rest on your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck as he continued fucking you from behind.

He wasn’t going to forget that comment, but he could bitch about Lucifer later; he had more pressing matters at hand.

“Doesn’t matter, babe,” he said, his breathing starting to get ragged as he inched closer to coming inside you, “Your cunt is mine.” Adam might’ve been a sadistic asshole, but he was no idiot; he knew you were just as wretched and alone as he was.

You had to be if you were willingly sneaking around with God’s former favorite on a regular basis.

Which suited him just fine. If he was really damned, he might as well fill his time filling someone else.

His grasp tightened around your throat, and you felt your climax building inside you as he rutted against you at a now punishing speed. “Fuck you,” you squeaked out, trying to sound intimidating, but it was hopeless.

You unraveled around him a few moments later, spasming as you gasped for air, the constriction around your throat deliciously agonizing. Adam spilled into you soon after, a low hum of pleasure emitting from him. Him coming inside you was the most intimate he’d get as far your hookups were concerned.

Feeling equal parts disgusted and satisfied, you pulled your underwear back on, resting on your elbows and finally able to look him into the eye again. Even in the lusty post-sex haze, you could feel the sadness in his stare.

“So,” he drawled, leaning down to close the gap between you, “Same time next week?”

~~~~~

thanks for reading, depraved sinner! as always, please like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed! <3

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[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

pumpkinspice-prouvaire's required les mis fic reading list

enough of u supported me in my half asleep post asking about fic recs the other day so I am providing. If you want a deep look into my inner psyche this is also the list for that hehe. I tried to be strict about only including my absolute MUST READ fics that I adore and have read and reread and reread again multiple times. Also these will be mostly ExR, to no one's surprise. But there might be a few other ships and gen fics in there too. It's under the read more because this bitch is gonna get long

Auto-read authors:

I didn't wanna rec the same authors too many times in my list proper so these are the authors whose works I have read all (or nearly all) of multiple times. The authors whose tax returns I would read if they posted them on ao3. I will be featuring my favourite fics by them in the list

Fiver

dannyPURO

TheLibrarina

quillsand

Petr1chor

defractum

ShameDumpster

vamillepudding

revolutionbarbie

loverism (all of their fics are currently in a privated bookmark but I have faith that they will someday return. loverism if u see this I miss u)

Need_To_Comment_Rising

Multi-Chapter fics/Series/WIPs:

Under My Wings You Will Find Refuge- Fiver: (WIP) This is the most required reading of my required reading list. I can quote passages of this fic by heart. It's my roman empire. PLEASE check this one out if you haven't it is the best ExR fic in existence, it will change ur life I promise

Beneath a Dragon Moon- The Librarina: GOT AU, no GOT knowledge required. Lots of dramatic moments interspaced with some lovely tender ExR

Guided by a Beating Heart -torakowalski: my absolute FAVOURITE Enjolras centric angst fic. Lots of emotion, lots of friendship, will make you ugly sob

you and i walk a fragile line (is this the time it finally breaks)?- UnforgettableJoMarch: (WIP) I am so enjoying following along with this one. Heartbreaking plot with sublime execution and some brilliant lines, so looking forward to seeing this one develop

The Future's Owned By You and Me- quillsand: ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY WHAT MORE CAN I SAY. Absolutely fantastic rarer pair fic with as much (and maybe more) importance devoted to the activism as to the ship

Getting Fucked in Lingerie- downtheroadandupthehill: PWP. ahem. anyways.

(With a Jubilant Shout) They Will Come One and All- zade: PWP. AHEM. ANYWAYS.

True Blood AU-kjack89: Exactly what it sounds like. Vampire Grantaire and Human Enjolras shenanigans

words can be unwritten- defractum: my favourite soulmate au which makes me melt every time <3

Armillaria- RevocablePeril: THE MOST COURFIUS FIC OF ALL TIME. Lots of excellent Les Amis content in general. SUCH a good, massively underrated fic. 121 kudos??????????? You're all insane.

In An Age Without Heroes- ShitpostingfromtheBarricade: Gloryhole soulmates, the prison industrial complex, Oprah.

walls come tumbling down-reptilianraven: They're cute your honor. One of the only high school AUs I will abide by tbqh hehe

Oneshots:

What's a Bed Between Friends?- dannyPURO: if there's one thing you should know about me it's that I ADORE the there was only one bed trope

epiphany- Abidatchery: screaming crying throwing up that this isn't the fandom's most kudos'ed fic. Every word is expertly crafted and absolutely stunning

Vienna Roast- revolutionbarbie: cosy coffee shop au with a version of Enjolras we don't get to see but that I really enjoy

Out of Touch- ShameDumpster: LET ENJOLRAS GET LOVED YOU COWARDS

A Little More Lois Lane- stellatundra: Just a really funny and silly AU in which Grantaire is Superman

Love in a Coffee Shop-tellthemstories: an absolute fandom classic and rightly so. I've read this one so many times and every time there'll still be something that makes me laugh out loud

My anaconda don't want none (at all)-vamillepudding: v funny and sweet ace enj fic with hilarious triumvirate and exr dynamics

The Waiting is the Hardest Part-samyazaz: In this house, we absolutely love a sexy bet

Between Meetings and Midnight- PieceofCait: Enjolras cries after sex send tweet

A Bad Penny- PBJellie: Gay cowboys and sickfics are the ultimate combo for SURE

Leaves in the Void- myrmidryad: lots of emotion lots of friendship this one is so heavy but SO good you guys. It's also a Space AU I know we all love that <3

my heart's been borrowed (yours has been blue)-Petr1chor: P-tri is so good at writing fics where Enjolras is a complete dumbass and he wrote this one especially for me <3 <3 <3

fire in my hands- geode: This is my go to fic if I want a laugh. "Do you like parsnips?" "Yes they're my second favourite vegetable" iconic exchange god bless

I Would Do Anything For Love- Need_to_Comment_Rising: one of my fave ace Enjolras fics with lovely tender ExR. No I'm not biased because I worked on this series, don't be silly

Like Comfort, Like Solace, Like Relief- areyoumiserableyet: The sensation of coming home to the people you love after a long day <3

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood- sonhoedesrazao: There should be more fics with oblivious to his own emotions Grantaire that's all I'm saying

Trying to Leave the Ground-barricadeur: rly comfy cosy smut fic

YAY ENJOY I'm gonna go lie down now god I hope I haven't forgotten anything lmfao

#fic recs #les mis #les mis fanfic #exr #enjolras #grantaire #and also other characters #god bless everyone who wrote these fics btw #also if you read these fics come scream to me about them

[thewordfortheday]

I will say to the LORD, “You are my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler, and from the deadly plague. He will cover you with His feathers; under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and rampart. Psalm 91:2-4

Assuredly no subtle plot shall succeed against the one who has the eyes of God watching for his defense, we are foolish and weak as poor little birds, and are very apt to be lured to our destruction by cunning foes, but if we dwell near to God, He will see to it that the most skillful deceiver shall not entrap us and no plague will come nigh our dwelling.

#bible verse #daily devotional #christian quotes #bible quotes #inspiration #daily devotion #christian quote #christian life #scripture #bible

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: The story about a prince and a traveller <3

Pairing: Malleus x Gn!Reader (Yuu)

Genre: Slight angst (?), Fluff I dunno

TW: Uh, although this is GN! Reader, the reader or Prefect or Yuu is referred to as "Mama" at one point in this. It is meant to be a gender neutral form of address (but if there is another form of address that is more fitting in the scenario please let me know), minor character death, heavily based on Orpheus and Eurydice's story.

AN: Not really happy with the ending of this, but its been in my drafts for far too long. It would have been more angsty, but my sister (who I usually make read my fics to check if it sounds coherent and/or is good) as well as my friends who I showed the initial draft to said that it would be too cruel and that I should make it a happy ending so here we are! Hope you enjoy!

One upon a time, there used to live a prince.

The prince was the heir of a prosperous kingdom. His wise eyes looked over his subjects with the love of a friend and the vigilance of a father. All he ever wanted was for his kingdom to flourish and grow, for his people to live happy lives. And he worked hard to ensure their protection, so that they may spread their wings under his watchful gaze and soar to new heights, bringing honor and prestige to their kingdom. In turn, the people of the kingdom loved and respected him, singing his praises to the birds in the sky and the flowers blooming in the soil. There was no one in the kingdom who would speak ill of their prince, for he was beloved by all.

But, the prince was lonely. He had loving friends to lean on, and trusted elders to learn from, but his heart yearned for that one person who would transform his happy yet monotonous days into pure bliss. His one true love.

And how fortunate was he to find it, in the most unexpected of places, at the most unassuming of times.

He found his solace, his refuge in a traveler from far, far away. It was love at first sight, though the prince would come to realize it much, much later.

The traveler was an intriguing, mysterious figure; quickly endearing themself to each person they came to know. Many vied for their hand, for their affections, yet their eyes seemed to sparkle for only one; the prince.

After many trials and tribulations the two were finally able to be at each other's side. The prince took the mysterious traveler as his spouse, his to love and nurture and adore forevermore. Yet such bliss, was fated to be short-lived.

Death came calling soon, far too soon for the traveler. No matter how much effort the prince expended to save his beloved, their life slipped through his fingers like grains of sand.

The prince was stricken with grief. He mourned for the untimely loss of his pride and joy, and his people mourned alongside him. His heartfelt cries and pleas reached the heavens, moving the hearts of the Great Seven themselves.

One day, the prince was visited by the Thorn Fairy in his dreams. "Child, I have heard your prayers. Your devotion to your beloved is commendable, but the other side can often be cruel. It is best if you let those who have left rest where they rightfully belong, for the price to bring them back is often steep. Are you willing to do anything to have your beloved by your side once again?"

"Anything," the prince replied, with a conviction that moved the fae's heart. The fae sighed, and said, "Very well. If your love is true, and your decision final, then I shall not stand in your way. But be warned; one misstep, and your love will be lost forever. Do not look behind, for nothing exists there except regret."

The prince woke up in a dark cave, the Thorn Fairy's last words ringing in his ears. A warning, and a hint.

The prince followed his instincts; standing up and walking towards the small pinprick of light he could see in the distance. The floor of the cave was damp and cold. It seemed as if the shadows were clinging on to his legs, beckoning him to stay, to rest a while, but the prince continued moving ahead.

After what seemed like hours, (for the prince could not say if time was passing or if it was frozen. All he could do was walk and walk and walk-) the prince heard footfalls of another person, walking behind him. A voice called out to him, the tone so timid and fearful than he had ever heard it be, yet unmistakable. It was the voice of his beloved traveler, his most adored spouse.

The prince nearly turned to look at them, wishing to see what state they were in. He barely caught himself from doing it at the very last minute, remembering the fae's warnings.

Do not look behind, for nothing exists there except regret.

The prince kept walking ahead resolutely, one foot placed in front of the other with a haste. His heart beat wildly inside his chest, as if it was trying to escape its bony prison. The footsteps of his beloved echoed louder as they followed him.They called out to him again, hoping, perhaps, to get a reply; to get a confirmation that their love had truly come for them. But the prince did not answer, in fear of being tempted to look behind. Silently, he walked on ahead, his gaze trained on the light that seemed to get bigger and brighter as he walked towards it. Only a little more, and then...!

His beloved's voice grew frantic the longer he did not reply to their calls. The prince, in his hurry to reach the light and reclaim his beloved, had started walking faster, much faster than they could keep up. So they ran behind him, calling out to him. And fell, just as the prince took one step out of the cave.

The pained hiss that left his beloved's lips was the last straw for the prince. He turned, his eyes widening as the figure of his beloved knelt inside the cave, so close yet so far away from the sunlight, from him.

"No, no, no, no!" The prince exclaimed, falling to his knees and letting out an anguished wail as he wrapped his arms around his beloved. His beloved, who was gradually crumbling away into dust. Even so, they had a calm smile on their face, their hands coming up to cup his cheeks.

"I love you," was all they said, before they returned back to eternal rest.

...

Malina pouted, her hands resting on her father's shoulders as she looked up at him with wide teary eyes. Maleah, her twin, sat beside her on their father's lap, frowning as she asked, "Why did the traveler not return to the prince? He was out of the cave, was he not?"

Malleus gave his two children a gentle smile. "He may have been out of the cave, but the traveler was not. He turned back before they could take a step into the sunlight," he explained to her patiently, eyes shining with amusement as he watched her frown get deeper.

Malina sniffled, her big teary eyes sending a stab of concern through him, and Malleus held her closer. "But that's not fair..." she whined, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

"What's going on?"

"Mama!"

The two little girls scampered off his lap, making their way to their other parent who picked them up with a confused yet fond smile on their face. "Father was telling us the story of the prince and the traveler," Malina said as she wrapped her short arms around their neck.

They narrowed their eyes at Malleus as they held the little princesses in their arms.

"Malleus."

Malleus chuckled, the sound soft and slightly hesitant as he made his way to where the three of them were standing. "Apologies, my beloved," he said in a soothing tone, his hand rising to tuck a wayward strand of hair back in its place, hoping that the loving gesture would take away some of their anger.

"We will be having a talk about this later," they huffed, and Malleus nodded, placing a gentle kiss on their forehead.

He watched as they brought the young girls back to their bed, settling the little ones and promising to tell them a better bedtime story than the one their father had told. Malleus smiled as he sat behind them, his arms wrapping around their waist loosely while he placed his chin on their shoulder. A soft rumble left his chest when they raised their hand to run their fingers through his hair as they regaled the two sleepy girls with tales of knights and princesses.

Soon Malina and Maleah drifted off into sleep, holding each other close. Yuu sighed, a fond smile playing on their lips as they looked at their children.

"Hornton."

Malleus pressed his lips against the nape of their neck and smiled. "Yes, my dear child of man?"

"You are a menace," they chuckled, and Malleus smiled.

"Perhaps."

They hummed, the sound light and sweet as it carried into the otherwise silent room.

"One day, they will learn that it was all a true story," they said.

"I believe they would like our version much better, when the time comes," he mumbled against their shoulder, the great dragon fae being lulled to sleep by his beloved's soft voice.

"Definitely, Hornton. Definitely."

#twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x yuu #disney #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus x reader #twst malleus #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu #ice writes #twst writing

[dramioneasks]

Top 10 Most “Kudos-ed” (Completed) Fics on AO3 of 2022:

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by isthisselfcare - E, 36 chapters, Words: 199,644 - Hermione straddles the Muggle and Magical worlds as a medical researcher and Healer about to make a big discovery. Draco is an Auror assigned to protect her from forces unknown – to both of their displeasure.Features hyper-competent, fiery Hermione and lazy, yet dangerous, Draco. Slow burn.

Measure Of A Man by inadaze22 - E, 42 chapters, Words: 590,655 - To truly know someone is to differentiate between who they once were, who they are now, and who they're capable of being. Hermione realises the duality of one man as she rectifies what she knows of the past and begins to understand the pieces of who Draco Malfoy is now: a father, a son, and a man.

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Anthology by senlinyu - M - Assorted prompted ficlets of varying lengths. All Dramione. Ratings and any relevant warnings are listed in the chapter summary of the particular ficlet.

Meet Your Match by morriganmercy - E, 26 chapters, Words: 121,611 - After the war, Draco Malfoy seeks refuge from infamy in the Muggle world. A friendly Muggle couple takes him under their wing, but there’s a problem: they are intent on setting him up with their best friend, Hermione Granger. Or, in which the Muggle friends Hermione Granger undoubtedly would have had will not take no for an answer.

Ten out of Ten by morriganmercy - E, 16 chapters, Words: 61,559 - "On a scale of one to ten, how comfortable would you say you are with me physically?" she asked. "Zero." Hermione's lips pursed in annoyance because she really should have seen that coming. How charming that the extent of his arseholery could still surprise her.In which Hermione is determined to find a loophole to free her from a forced marriage with Draco Malfoy. But with only two weeks until they are legally required to consummate, it would be irresponsible not to prepare for every contingency.

Nothing Good Happens After 2AM by LovesBitca8, nikitajobson - E, 2 chapters, Words: 8,574 - And in the heartbeat that he didn't return the kiss, Hermione saw the rest of her school year flash before her eyes. The embarrassment, the teasing. Her chest constricted at this terribly awful thing she just did — kissing Draco Malfoy.*Fic / Art Collab with NikitaJobson. Two-Shot

Happy Pills by malf0y101 - E, 41 chapters, Words: 285,587 - A few years after the Second Wizarding War, a group of Slytherins is drafted into a rehabilitation program created by the Ministry of Magic and one of its determined interns--one of their former classmates and the familiar Golden Girl of Gryffindor. As their marks continue to cause physical and mental pain, the Slytherins undergo intense treatment in order to relearn everything about the Wizarding World and tackle the trauma of their Dark Marks.And although they are apprehensive, they are also desperate for someone to simply care about them.

for the best by HawthorneWhisperer - M, 19 chapters, Words: 49,105 - She wore that Granger expression, the one that said she was going to bully someone into something. Draco had a bad feeling it was about to be him. “I’ll marry you,” Hermione said. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “I’m not doing it for free. I marry you, then after a year we divorce and you agree to fund S.P.E.A.M.B. In perpetuity.” “Out of the question.” “It’s just one year. We would both get what we want.” “Contracted marriages require consummation,” he said, adding a leer for good measure. Granger had gotten more attractive since their Hogwarts days, he would give her that much. Her jumper was atrocious, though. He had half a mind to burn it. To his everlasting shock, she merely shrugged. “It’s just sex. I’ve had it before and I presume you have too.” She was utterly serious. Draco stared at her and contemplated being married to her. She was irritating and he might make her promise to never wear that jumper again, but it was better than the alternative. Draco would do just about anything to avoid being poor. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” “Then congratulations, Granger. You've got yourself a husband.”

#dramione #year wrap up #ao3 #favourite fics #2022

[fivie]

Happy barricade day :)

#under my wings you will find refuge #not to be a downer but. today has actually been a very sad day for me #so if the update makes you happy it would sure make me happy to hear about it :')

[lavender-romancer]

Crosses on my body

Part Two  Tommy Shelby x Reader 

You were a nun in Dublin but when you decided to take action against those in powerful positions in the church you had to escape. When you turn up in Birmingham and begin a relationship with Tommy Shelby will he be able to protect you from your past? 

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previous part

"Jesus, our Lord. If you're there…why do you hide from me?" You knelt beside your bed with your hands clasped together. "Grant that I never lose sight of the ugliness of sin, the glory of Christ, the beauty of holiness, or the wonder of grace. Help me to seek you every morning with heart, soul, mind, and strength. In Jesus' name. Amen." 

As you climbed into bed you thought over your evenings with Tommy. You had been to the church every evening together for 7 days now. Each time you either taught him how to pray or you would kiss him to see if you would be smited. The more Tommy told you about himself the more you became convinced he was consumed by evil. But evil you could save him from. Tommy said that you had been sent to save him, but you had to find salvation for yourself first. 

You were walking down to the crypt of a church, you assumed this was a dream but they often felt so real it was hard to know. The air was crisp against your skin, making your hair stick up. When you reached the bottom of the stairs you saw some of your sisters. 

"Sister Marianne! It's so good to see you," you exclaimed and she turned around with a horrified look. 

"What did you do!" She screamed. 

"I didn't do anything!" You took a step back and she moved towards you, eyes turning black as she threw you against the wall. Her face twisting into a horrifying amalgamation of darkness and blood. 

"What have you done!" Her voice boomed.

You were suddenly surrounded by a circle of your sisters from Dublin, they were chanting something with their heads bowed moving around you. As you stepped back trying to get away from them you tripped over and saw Father Thomas' bleeding body, his neck slashed. Lying in a pool of his own blood you started screaming and crawled backwards but the faceless nuns pushed you towards him. 

"You thought you could escape didn't you!" He screamed before getting on top of you and choking you. "You have sinned! Repent or you shall suffer in the bowels of hell!"

You could feel the life draining out of you, your eyes fluttering shut, his eyes were crying blood and he had this smile. This bone chilling coolness about this smile that made you terrified to keep your eyes open. No matter how much you struggled you were held down, he was too overpowering- you couldn't fight it. 

Waking up with a scream you began sobbing uncontrollably, holding and rocking yourself back and forth. 

"Lord God, I pray for your protection as I begin this day. You are my hiding place, and under Your wings I can always find refuge. Protect me from trouble wherever I go, and keep evil far from me. Amen." You recited the prayer that you had had to use so many times back in Dublin. So many times having asked the Lord for protection and so many times your prayers had not been fulfilled. How were you to trust in the Lord when he couldn't even protect you in your dreams? But it was all you had. Catholicism had been in your world since you could remember so even if it was all placebo or you were seeing things that weren't there, you needed faith. You had no one else who would care for you the same way, not anymore anyways. Anyone back in Dublin willing to help you was long gone by this time. 

"Do you feel it coming back yet?" Tommy asked as you knelt in front of Mother Mary praying your rosary. "The faith I mean. Or is your crisis over,? 

"I had a nightmare. Last night…about my old life. It looks like God won't even protect me from that regardless of all my confession work. I don't know what to think anymore, but I can't let go." You looked up at Thomas siting on the pew and sighed, still clutching your rosary you stood up and sat next to him. 

"What was the nightmare about?" 

"Things you won't understand, but mostly demon, devil based horror. I feel like something is following me around at all times. Some kind of being with a nefarious purpose." You started biting the skin around your thumbnail. 

"I'm sure I would understand." Tommy said quietly.

"There's things I can't quite trust you with yet. In time I'm sure I will. But revealing my deepest secrets to you would not be wise." You made the sign of the cross with your crucifix and ended your prayer with a few minutes of meditation. 

"You can trust me," Tommy said later when he was walking you back to your lodgings.

"How do I know that?" You asked with your arms crossed. 

"Because I can also reveal a secret to you, I've probably got the longest list in Birmingham. Mutually assured destruction is the best start to companionship." Tommy blew out a cloud of smoke that you watched rise up into the air, dissolved into the night sky. "My mother used to tell me smoke made the stars, possibly to explain why my father smoked the amount he did." 

"Is that your secret?" You asked. 

"Nah, just a story. My secrets are more sinister than that, I know you're hiding something but I can't imagine it's sinister in nature." Tommy seemed to underestimate you entirely which made it all the more entertaining that you held the cards in the conversation.

"I think you think too little of me and my past." You smiled at him.

"Perhaps. But I've known women like you, shrouded in secrecy that I can't quite seem to figure out until it's too late for me." He stopped and leant against a brick wall, looking you up and down with a gaze that penetrated into your mind. 

"Is that what your wife was like?" You weren't sure if the question was too personal for him to answer. 

"She was deception based from the start, but one way or another we fell for each other." Tommy looked glassy eyed, you couldn't picture this being the type of man who would cry but honesty would catch anyone off guard. 

"I'm sure I'll reveal my secrets to you, someday. But not now." You carried on walking past Tommy and he ran his tongue across his bottom lip before walking after you. 

"But truth will set you free, as you've probably said before to some lost soul" Tommy joked and you smiled. 

"That's true. But some secrets can put you in harm's way and…I don't trust anyone truly. Life's safer that way." Your expression was subtly sad but Tommy noticed. 

"I only trust my family and even then there's some exceptions. Having no allies isn't the way to go." Tommy stopped and he stood closer to you. 

"Are you proposing an allyship?" You whispered looking up into his eyes. 

"Perhaps. You light my cigarette, I'll light yours and so on."  Tommy held out a cigarette and placed it between your lips, a confusing look on his face before he used his hand to shield the air and lit it.  

"That's sounding horrendously suggestive, Mr Shelby." You breathed smoke up into the air, still uncertain on what the lack of distance between the two of you meant. 

"Does the suggestiveness scare you?' Tommy asked in a low raspy voice. 

"You don't know anything about my inclination for suggestiveness." You smiled and turned on your heel. "I'll see you tomorrow, Thomas." 

Tommy watched as you faded into the darkness, just as secretively as you had arrived. 

The following morning you woke to an insistent knocking at your front door, it woke you up with a start (memories flooding back of the early mornings at the convent). You approached the door cautiously, holding a knife out in front of you.

"Who's there?" you called out.

"It's your landlady," the slightly familiar voice called. "I'm sorry miss, there's a woman here insistent on seeing you." It felt like the blood had drained from your face at the possibility of it being someone from Dublin.

"W-what does she want? What does it entail?" your voice was panicked and stuttering.

"Have I done wrong, miss? She said you would know her, a Theresa O'Sullivan." The landlady's words echoed in your mind and your eyes began to water, you put down the knife and unlocked the door.

"I'm sorry," You told her. "I was anxious about who the visitor was but you can send her up." You smiled at her and she nodded.

The following knock at your door was timid, so as to not disturb but alert you of their presence. You almost jumped up as your eyes began to water before flinging open the door and enveloping her in a hug.

"Theresa!" you laughed as she held you close.

"It's been so long my dear friend," She said close to your ear.

"How have you been? How's life out of the community, whereabouts are you these days?" You asked as you sat down with her and a pot of tea.

"I'm in the south at the moment, I'm married now and we run a church community now," she paused. "I heard noises. The community is small but we have connections in Ireland so... there are little bubbles of noise every now and then." she paused in a seemingly uncomfortable way.

"I mean, I can assume what they said but what did you hear?" You asked timidly.

"That there was a murder," she paused and looked down at her hands which began to shake. "And... and that there were things that were stolen I'm not sure what. But then I heard whispers about you and I knew I had to find you."

"And you think it's me?" you asked.

"I know you had ideas, I haven't told anyone if you're worried about that I just needed to know you were safe." She reached out and touched your hands. "Y/n, are you safe."

"As safe as you can be after you've done what I have. Tell me about everything, please. Take my mind off it." you squeezed her hands with a smile.

"I have a husband, I met him about three years after leaving Ireland and we've been blessed with three children so far. It's a quiet village with a town hall and a church, not much else, I can see you've taken well to a busy city though." She smiled and you nodded.

"I needed a change, anyway I could so I found a job first and this was the easiest one with the least questions involved. I'm so glad you're safe, I never heard from you and I was so worried." You reached forward and touched her face "But you're here and you're alive."

"We both made it out, remember that. We're both safer now. Don't look back, don't look away just move forward and escape as far as you can." Her eyes began to water. "Because if they come for you, you're dead and no one can protect you or save you from them."

"What do you mean?" your heartbeat began picking up.

"They came for me when I was in Liverpool, I had no one and nothing. No one helped me because I didn't know who to trust but then I revealed too much at confession and they came for me." she paused, her breath faltering and hitching.

"Theresa, what happened?" You said sternly gripping her hand.

"They did this," She pulled up her dress and showed a deep scar on her right leg then pulled up her shirt and showed a long scar from the top of her ribcage diagonally down towards her navel. It was dark and twisted near the bottom.

"Who?" Your hands began to shake as Theresa pulled down her shirt.

"Father Thomas' messengers, they assumed I'd escaped revealing their secrets but I just wanted to escape so they tortured me before I escaped once more," She smiled. "I'm glad you killed the bastard when you had the chance."

"What they did to you... should I be running further?" you asked, feeling your throat tighten.

"There's nowhere you can run that's far enough to outrun them. We are some of the only survivors of their horrific system and I hope you tear it all down." She reached over and hugged you tighter than before.

"We are united, you and I. In sickness and in health like a fucking marriage alright. I will make sure everyone knows what we witnessed and they won't escape it. None of them." You held her by the shoulders and smiled through your tears.

"Say a prayer with me, for strength." Theresa smiled at you and you both began in silent prayer to save each other from your past and your enemies.

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[greenlyren12]

The Mask You Wear

Chapter I

Find Chapter II here

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

word count: 2.7k

Summary: Childhood friendship lost to time, will you still recognise the person you once knew behind the facade?

A/N: Hello,

This is Chapter I with more to come. I haven't exactly planned out how many there will be yet, but I'll see how this does and then decide. Sorry if there are any mistakes, english is not my mother tongue. This story is also posted on ao3, uner the same username.

Feedback and comments are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy :)

GR.

You were lingering behind your Princess who was vigorously striding across the corridors. As her utmost devoted lady-in-waiting, you were everlastingly situated by her side. Following behind her step, ready to see to whatever errand she had to attend to.

Princess Rhaenyra had always loved you as if you were one of her own. Having entered court at the tender age of 13, her Majesty promptly put you under her wing.

 Your duties were to tend to your Princess’ needs, whether it was to serve meals, clothe her or assist with baths. Your devout service belonged to her.

Thus, your Princess’ family became your own, yet it was a certain silver headed Prince who owned a piece of your heart.

It was rare you were able to see him due to your duties, but your encounters would remain with you long after their end.

Now he was scurrying through the Castle aisles, passing by you and your Princess. Pale face painted by tears, again. Your heart gnawed at you for seeing him this way, expression woeful.

It was no scarce occurrence for his cousins and brother to torment him. He was a frail boy in a cruel world and you were a little girl in his wicked Castle.

You had spent many moons ogling at the boy in pure, childish curiosity, as he would too.

The way you found each other was bittersweet. He was frightened of seeking refuge but you were more than willing to provide it. Prince Aemond was a year older than you, nonetheless you loomed a head above him.

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The first time you spoke to each other was in these same corridors. Your Prince was hastily traversing the halls, attempting to conceal his distress. Even at the young age of 10 you had noted on his sad nature.

It was your responsibility to attend to your Royalty, however this was something else. It was your emotions which drove you, not duty.

“My Prince,” you swiftly breathed out.

Aemond stopped in his tracks.

“Could I perhaps be of any help?” you let it hang in the air.

The Prince unsurely turned around to face you. He held no desire for you to see him the way he was but he was no coward. His eyes were puffy, hair unruly. You gazed down at him.

“if it is in your capabilities to stop my cousins from being nasty, then in all your power you should do so. However, I don’t think it is, my lady.” he had a bite to his tongue.

You wouldn’t admit defeat so easily. The game he was played was well known to you. Shoving people away in the fear of being a burden. It was the same strategy you used.

“I think it is well in my capabilities to be your friend, my Prince.” A sweet smile formed on your face.

Shock was visible on the Prince’s face but quickly buried deep within. None except for his mother, would battle his bitterness with amiability. It sent a ripple through his body. Seeing his finger twitch, your two eyes bore into his violet orbs.

Aemond was unsure of how to proceed, focusing on the floor beneath his shoes, he let the silence envelop you both.

This was not encouraged, alas you couldn’t be less concerned in the moment. It was instinct calling, two small children seeking shelter in one another.

Your arm closed the gap between the two of you and hung in the air.

The Prince’s lilac gaze darted from your hand to your face. Uncertainty entangled between his fingers he grasped your palm.

Looking back down, shyly he replied.

“I would like that, my lady.”

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The same wave of sorrow washed over you now, seeing his back to you. White hair locks dancing behind him, always in a hurry, in a hurry to hide himself. You would search for him later in the lush gardens of the Red Keep, where you recently had began to meet. After you had fulfilled your duties to your Princess.

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You were seated in a secluded corner hidden by unkempt greenery, a book in your lap. A history book to be exact. The prince’s responsibilities never trailed off far behind him. it was your obligation to assist Aemond in any means possible. Moreover, if you were caught together you would have an excuse - studying.

The sound of faint steps neared and a head of white hair followed.

You flashed a smile at the Prince and he shared one if his own. Scooting over, you made space for Aemond to settle next to you.

“The afternoon is delightful, isn’t it my Prince?” you said grinning.

The time spent with your friend was the only enjoyment you got from life. You were able to be children together, to laugh and cry, free from impending responsibilities.

“It is splendid, my lady.” the boy beamed.

“What happened earlier today, little Aemond?”

It was the nickname you had for the Prince, despite his age you still towered over him. A name of those likes would usually make him feel insecure. However, you bore no ill will towards the boy, so he paid no mind.

“They said I would never have a dragon, they gave me a pig!” Aemond cried.

Averting his eyes, shame fell over him. You couldn’t bear it anymore.

Hands clasping around the boy’s face, you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you.

“You are Prince Aemond Targaryen, of House of the Dragon, face kissed by fire..” your thumb swiped over one of his freckles below his right eye, “..you will be a dragon rider.”

He had amusement written all over his features. Unexpectedly, for the both of you, the boy nuzzled his head into your shoulder. Your palms travelled down to his back and tugged at his green robe.

“..Thank you.” the Prince muttered, sound muffled by your hair. You felt a tear fall.

“Good things come to those who wait, my little Aemond.” you reassured him.

Both of you stayed in each other’s embrace for a while. Your maroon dress clashing against his viridescent attire.

Pulling back, Aemond hastily pecked where your cheekbone started and he now had the bravery to hold your gaze. A quiet giggle left your mouth in response.

“Should we get back to your studies, my Prince?” you asked while unfastening the belt over the book.

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 You were busy, meticulously braiding Princess Rhaenyra’s white hair when there was a knock on the door. A maid hurriedly opened the chamber’s entrance and bowed.

Prince Aemond hesitantly entered the room and held something in his frail grasp, fingers fidgeting with it. You were taken aback by his courage, staring in awe.

The Prince’s mouth opened, then formed a tight line and finally gained the bravery to ask.

“Could I please give something to the lady, my Princess?” His stare sheepishly requested at Rhaenyra.

The woman gazed at the nervousness of both of you and let out a quiet laugh. Her locks starting to fall away from your fingers.

“My Prince-“

“Go, my dear.” Rhaenyra gave you a comforting look and a smile.

You stared at her, wide eyed.

“Thank you!” you squeezed around her neck and burrowed your face in her hair. The Princess let out a sweet chuckle and tried to embrace you back as much as her position allowed her to.

Quickly running off, you clutched Aemond’s hand and excused both of you out of the room. Now next to the door, staring at him with a gleaming smile, you were giddy.

In the darkness the halls of the Red Keep provided, he handed you something accompanied by a crooked smile. You got the item and turned it around, curiosity overtaking you.

“A book, my Prince? I could get one from the library.” You humored him.

Aemond’s face turned red and he hurried out a response

“Open it.” Hands clasped behind his back.

You unfolded the book and on the first page laid a herbarium of Clematis. The flower you most cherished in the gardens. Under the dried plant was the title of the book. Your favorite story, the one your mother always used to read to you when you were little.

Feeling tears prickling in your eyes, your let your head fall down.

Aemond’s expression quickly turned painful and in an attempt to understand what had turned sour he approached you.

Interrupting him, “I can’t express my gratitude, my Prince.” Followed by a bow.

The fact that you had to hide behind courtesies in the Castle hurt the boy, nonetheless he gave you a shy grin.

“But why, my Prince?” Genuine confusion in your tone.

Aemond shrugged, the smile never leaving his face, he honestly had no idea why he had done it either.

“As a thank you for being my friend.” He truthfully replied.

 The only love he had felt in his entire life was conditional, the always impending fear of being rejected. It was the prince’s wish to make you content, so you wouldn’t leave.

A devilish smirk crossed your face and you bit.

“I don’t require presents as payment for my friendship..little Aemond.” You whispered.

“Regardless, I am beyond thankful for your kindness, my Prince, I shall cherish this present forever.” You said conjuring up the kindest smile you could muster.

“You are always welcome, my lady.” The Prince said, bowing back to you.

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The Royal family had went away to Driftmark to pay their respects to House Velaryon and to attend Laena Velaryon’s funeral. Hence your current location at the stormy island.

The air was stagnant, imminent doom loomed over the rocky shores. The sea shared the tenor of the island’s inhabitants. The atmosphere in the halls was charged with tension. Poisonous remarks kept being exchanged by family members. It seemed they were drifting apart more and more with each passing day.

The black and red in your wardrobe increased while your meetings with Aemond lessened.

It was the first time you had seen the Prince in many fortnites. His gaze ran away from your own every time you tried to smile at him. Regardless, whenever you turned your head away from him, you felt the intent of dejection sit upon your small shoulders. Two holes set ablaze in the flesh on the back of your neck.

His usual demeanor had darkened, if it were more possible.

The whole event left you feeling uneasy, the agony of losing a member of the family. Your Princess Rhaenyra looked distraught throughout the entirety of the day and the weather reflected the sentiment of your family. Dark clouds menacingly resided in the sky.

You spent most of the day alone. Everyone had greater things to take care of so you simply washed away in the eve.

You lied in bed, pondering in the dark.

“Was this the way things would be now?” You thought.

Seeing your family get lost in hatred. You were lonely, the friend you had in Aemond now seemed to be lost. Queen Alicent had advised her children against interacting with you, Jace and Luke. The corner in your heart which you had tucked away for him was now gone, a gaping hole left behind.

Starting to slip into a restless slumber you were awoken by a gut-wrenching scream.

You pulled over a dress in the quickest way your limbs allowed you to, while your feet scurried down the steps of the Castle fast as they could.

The altercation was occurring in the mass Hall.

The scene you witnessed left your mouth agape, poignant taste seeping out of it.

Queen Alicent stormed over your Princess, palms digging into her flesh. Rage in her eyes, and poison from her mouth. Staring downwards, you saw the blood which drizzled down Rhaenyra’s forearm onto the ground. Acting as physical evidence that this vicious act of violence was actually happening.

Where your eyes trailed next was a sight which you’d never forget.

Your little Aemond, sat upon a chair twice his size. A nasty gash splitting the diagonal of his fair face, impaling into his right eye. His glare, melancholic as always, drowned into the ground yet a proud smirk was stretched across his features.

You had never seen the boy in such light.

Everything became too much for you to bear. Focusing on the center of the room you stayed, trembling.

The following hours fused into an orange scene of screams and brutality. You stayed out your mind, as best as possible. If asked now, you couldn’t recall what exactly had happened.

When you seemed to regain control of your consciousness, you were laying in your chambers again. Breathes uneven, you were trying to regain composure.

The silence in your dark room seemed to have a presence of its own. It pushed onto your chest, the tears catching In your throat.

Even the moon hid itself tonight, with no light streaks flowing into your chambers.

The feeling of loneliness drowned you. You missed your Mother and your Father, and your little sister. Life itself had became one great chore, with all happiness ripped away from it.

With no Aemond in it.

A soft knock interrupted your train of thought.

If you possessed the privilege of choice, you weren’t sure if you would have opened the door.

Sitting on the bed, you tried to make yourself seem presentable. Flatting out the curves in your sleeping gown and putting your hair back, your little feet left the comfort of your bed and stepped on the cold stone ground. Tippy-toeing you got to the door and peeked it open.

One violet eye welcomed you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, opening the door wider you bowed.

“My Prince.”

“..Could I come in?” Aemond timidly asked.

Your stare bore a hole into his face, weighing your options, realizing you had only one – to obey your Prince.

Moving away from the entrance you let the boy come in.

Both of you stood still, darkness engulfing you, two eyes against one.

“I’m sorry.” He sorrowfully stated.

“Have I done something to offend you in the past, my Prince?” Your face dissolved into an expression he could not bear to look at.

As if passing the olive branch, Aemond closed the space between you two and embraced you. A yelp escaped your lips and you clung to him.

“My mother would not allow it.” He tugged at your back.

Of that much you were aware, nevertheless doubt had still poisoned your mind. Your insecurities had gotten the hold of you, maybe you were not enough.

“Who dared, my Prince?” You asked against his moonlight hair.

Pulling you back with hands never abandoning your shoulders, he held you in place.

“It does not matter, I may have lost an eye but I gained a dragon.” Aemond stated, trying to convince himself.

Numerous emotions danced across your face. He could see the smile forming on your face and the knot between your eyebrows in the dark.

“I told you, little Aemond” you whispered.

Pulling on his hand, both of you took a seat on the edge of your bed.

“How are you here, my Prince?” Confusion written all over your face.

“I am not.” A troublesome grin on his face.

The boy had seemingly become a master of escaping his chambers unnoticed. A talent he acquired early into his childhood.

“It is Vhagar.” Aemond excitedly shared with you.

A gasp escaped your lips.

“I told you!” You whispered a scream, with your hands fisting at your sides and a proud look on your face.

Fearful of causing him any pain, you stayed away from his face and clutched both of his hands in your own and shook with happiness. Your gaze never darting to his bad eye once.

It did not go unnoticed.

“Am I hard to look at?” Your name slipping out of his mouth in a mournful tone.

Where you would usually cup his right cheek you now gently stroked a piece of silver hair.  

“You are flawless, little Aemond.” A genuine smile reassuring him.

You had now began to braid a section of his white hair and the Prince leaned into your touch.

Aemond took it as an invitation to speak freely. While you tended to your Prince’s hair, he filled you in on what you had missed in his life.

Only the Gods knew this would be the last time you saw the Prince for years to come.

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[hexpositive]

Hex Positive, Ep. 041 – Holiday Folklore Frights with Ana Mor

BAH HUMBUG! The annual onslaught of holiday music has begun, we’re all up to our necks in consumerism, and the glitter is EVERYWHERE. Thankfully, there’s refuge from the mad rush here on Hex Positive, where I cozy with my CritWitchCon buddy Ana Mor to talk about fun and witchy folklore from the holiday season! Most of the stories come from Catholicism, with a smattering of pre-Christian figures thrown in. We’re briefly interrupted by Ezra the Cat and some minor technical difficulties, but what’s a holiday party without a few awkward moments, right?

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[kvothes]

UNDER MY WINGS YOU WILL FIND REFUGE UPDATE???

#this is gonna hit different now that i actually watch spn #fic #let’s FUCKING go

[borathae]

“Yoongi tries to fight the restraints, having come to realise that they won’t budge. No matter how hard he tries, he won’t find freedom through fighting. He huffs out air, dropping his head in exhaustion. So here he is. On his knees with a blindfold over his eyes and his arms tied up above his head. He is your prisoner now. His fate is to take what you give him.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, BDSM 

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, mean Dom!Reader, bratty masochist!Yoongi, abduction roleplay, prisoner roleplay, he is fighting being her captive just so she can put him into his place, he also wants her to push him around when his hands are tied, rough treatment, primal play? idk if I can call it like that, biting, use of blindfolds, rope bondage, kneeling, degradation & name calling, dirty talk, face & cock slapping, bondage to a wooden post & to the bed, “forced” stripping, knife play :), nipple play, scent kink, drool, oral (f.receiving), finger sucking, face sitting, Yoongi and his long monster tongue fucking her senseless (i will go down with this trope), he is also trying to control his strength, panties as a gag, choking, breath play, she rides him, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms (m. & f.receiving), squirting for both ;), tears, the softest aftercare, sweet pillowtalk, they are just horny & kinky and so in love :(

Wordcount: 12.4k

a/n: y’all sometimes I am in a mood. This was such a mood. I just thought of Sanguis!Yoongi and came to the conclusion that he is the type of sub who is way too into being treated roughly & disrespectfully. And boi, can this man take a good consensual beating, he’d probably beg you to do it harder before he’s even as much as satisfied. I am- just read for yourselves, Imma head out now and scream into the void 🥴💛

“You want me to be what?” you squeak out, staring at Yoongi with widened eyes.

You and him had been relaxing by the lake for the last few hours. It was a really beautiful day. Sunny and with clear skies. Yoongi had wanted to stay inside in his dark, cold wing, but you dragged him outside, telling him that he’s an old grumps and that Vitamin D and some warmth will do him good. Then you forced him to help you row a boat and sit in the sunlight. He tried to pretend that he didn’t like it, but then proceeded to fall asleep with his head on your lap and his arms hugging your leg rather tightly. You found it beyond adorable because he purred quietly as he slumbered and each time you stopped petting his hair he just kind of huffed out air until you pet him again. Truly, it was beyond adorable. The sun however is sweltering, which is why you and him found refuge under some trees by now, sharing a picnic blanket and eating grapes.

“I want you to be my kidnapper, who regularly uses my body for her pleasure”, Yoongi says nonchalantly, keeping his eyes closed.

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck?”

Yoongi peels his left eye open.

“What?”

“I was telling you about our tomato plants and you drop that bomb of a confession on me.”

Yoongi closes his eyes again and shimmies into a more comfortable position.

“I’m just saying, no need to overreact that way”, he mumbles nonchalantly.

Just a second later and his lips curl into an amused smirk as he feels your hand strike his chest in a soft nudge.

“I’m not overreacting, you have terrible timing.”

“I think my timing was perfect.”

“No”, you laugh, “no, it was terrible”

Yoongi opens his eyes, turning his head so he could look at you better. Even now after he shocked you with such a confession, your eyes sparkle in love for him.

“I was thinking about it”, he says.

“Oh?” your eyebrows shoot up, “so that’s what you’re thinking about when I’m talking to you?”

“Not always, just today.”

“Wow”, you laugh, nudging his chin, “you’re so rude. Are my tomatoes not good enough?”

“No, they’re great”, he touches your collarbones, tracing them slowly, “I can’t wait to taste them.”

You giggle, drawing closer to him.

“I want to make tomato sauce with you once we have lots of ripe ones.”

“Yes, okay. I know a really good recipe”, Yoongi answers you, “we’ll make enough to get us through winter.”

“Yes”, you whisper in awe, “that would be so awesome.”

“Mhm-hm, then we’ll do it”, he says softly, letting his eyes race over your features.

There is some silence between you and him. Yoongi continues tracing your collarbones while you study his face.

“You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?” you whisper.

Yoongi nods his head.

“And what exactly are you imagining?”

Yoongi rolls onto his stomach, props himself up on his elbow and wraps his arm around your waist. He tilts his head to the side and leans in. 

Then he whispers. 

He whispers every single little detail of his darkest fantasy to you and it feels as if he was making love to you with just his sweet voice and sinful words.

“Holy fuck, Yoongi”, you croak once he pulls back, feeling weak-kneed even now that you are lying down.

“Think you can do that?” he asks with his pupils dilated and his breathing quickened.

You nod your head slowly. 

“Yeah”, you croak.

“Fuck, princess”, he tugs you snug against his hips. They just kind of start moving against you all while his once calm hand begins groping at your side.

“You want to do it right now, don’t you?”

He nods his head, basically undressing you with his eyes. 

You feel the same. You are pretty sure you soaked through your panties by now. 

“Should we pack up and go back to the estate?”

“I’d be down”, he rasps.

Yoongi collides with the wall, writhing desperately in his fight for air. His throat rattles, his eyes are threatening to roll back. 

“Don’t run away from me”, you bark, gripping him by his shoulders to press him against the rough brick wall. It forces his head to collide with it and for just a second he feels dizzy.

Your rough handling rubs the skin on his elbows open and Yoongi wiggles in his attempt to escape. Not that he can. His arms are tied, as are his wrists.

“Let me go”, he presses out through gritted teeth. 

“No. You’re coming with me.”

You twist him around and dig your nails into the back of his neck to push. 

Yoongi growls, fighting you fruitlessly. He is at your mercy now. 

He was so close to escaping. He just had to run faster and he could have tasted freedom. But he didn’t and because of it, you caught him, now dragging him back to the imprisonment he just managed to escape from. 

He isn’t supposed to be here. He never was and never will. He is your captive, whose only home has become the cold prisons and your bedroom. 

You lead him past his open prison cell. He slipped past you as you opened it, thinking that this would finally give him his freedom back. 

“Where are you taking me?” he gasps now that you aren’t taking him back to the cell. 

“You know where.”

“No”, Yoongi chokes out, “not there.”

“You should have thought about the consequences before trying to escape.”

“I’m going to kill you”, he spits, “there will come a day when I will put my hands around your throat and squeeze the life out of you.”

You sneak a glance at him. You know that this is a roleplay. Yoongi told you that this is what he wants. To be your prisoner, who is captured against his will and whose body gets used for your pleasure. And that he will fight you for as long as possible. Also that you shouldn’t be offended by anything he will say as his words during the play are not how he truly thinks about you. 

It still feels peculiar to have him plot your murder oh so loudly.  

“I’d like to see you try. We’ll see where it’ll get you”, you spit, pushing him up the stairs, “if I remember correctly, last time you tried, I had you living in my little cage for a week. Maybe it’s time to bring it back.”

Yoongi sends you a poisonous look over his shoulder. You push him harder, making him stumble and fall. 

“Oh”, you gasp, “sorry, are you okay my prince?” you falter, “no wait”, you pause and laugh, “I mean…get up, idiot.”

Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, sneaking a glance at you. His eyes carried his honest emotions in them. 

“Don’t feel bad, handle me with utter disrespect.”

You nod your head vigorously. 

“Yeah I’m trying. It won’t happen again…I think.”

Yoongi grins. 

“Fuck princess, now I’m out of the headspace. You have to get me back there again.”

“Uhm…okay.”

Slap.

The sound echoes through the entire cellar and deep into the system of tunnels under the city. Your palm burns. 

Yoongi looks baffled. 

You just struck him across the face, doing so with your entire strength. He blinks, tries to look at you again, but fails. He barely manages to close his eyes before you blind him with the help of a cotton cloth. You close it behind his head, doing so roughly.

Yoongi has no idea where exactly you hid that cloth as he expected you to put it on his face when you are in your bedroom, but he won’t complain. It’s that added factor of being completely taken by surprise which makes the entire roleplay feel oh so real.

“Don’t look at me and keep walking”, you bark, slapping his head to the front before grabbing him by the back of his neck again to push him. 

Yoongi stumbles. Not only up the stairs, but back into his headspace as well.

“I’ve got people looking for me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous”, you scoff, “I know you, you’re a loner. Why do you think I picked you?”

Yoongi stumbles. He expected another step but was met with the ground. It made him stumble and for you to pull him back up by his elbows.

“Fucking idiot, watch where you’re walking.”

Yoongi wiggles and huffs out air, regretting it as a second later he has you pushing him so harshly he almost falls down.

“People will still notice.”

“I doubt it”, you say, “now walk, I’m tired of pushing you.”

Yoongi hears doors close then your steps become muffled by carpet. The smell of plants tickles his nose. He knows exactly where you and him are right now. Your hallway. Not long and he will be captured in your bedroom while you do whatever you want with him. 

This is his last chance. 

Yoongi knows that once those golden doors close, he will be fucked. Quite literally. 

“Argh”, he growls and twists around. 

It surprises you and you end up stumbling to the side as Yoongi pushes you and then runs. 

“What the fuck?” he hears you gasp behind him and it makes him smile in triumph. 

He did it. He stunned you. After all those months of ever repeating days and long nights in your chambers, Yoongi finally stunned you. 

“Where are you going? Come back!”  

Yoongi runs as best as possible, using his senses to guide him. It is hard, his throat aches in his quick pants. If only his wrists weren’t tied so tightly. If only his arms weren’t so constrained. He could pull the blindfold down. But he can’t and so he is left stumbling in the dark while trying to find his orientation through nothing but scent.

Freedom smells sweet and it comes closer and closer. The door must be near. 

Just a few more steps. Not long. Come now, run faster. Run. 

He meets the hardness of the door harshly. His body gets knocked into it, the side of his head collides with it and his arms ache as they get crushed between the wood and his torso. It wasn’t his doing, but yours. 

“Urgh”, he groans, feeling genuine surprise. 

You have caught up with him, now pressing him against the door after having pushed him.

"Don’t run", you hiss, "You can’t run. Don’t you get it? You’re mine." 

“I hate you”, he croaks. 

“You think I care? Doesn’t matter if you hate me or not, your cock’s good enough for me”, you hiss and Yoongi swears that he has never been hard quicker than he managed to be right now.

With a harsh tug on his hair you pull him back down the hallway, “follow me.” 

And Yoongi follows, stumbling while his head is dizzy in excitement. 

You push him into your bedroom. Yoongi stumbles and falls to his knees, crawling away from you instantly. 

He could locate you. Just by your scent or your sounds. But he forces his vampiric senses to stop. He wants to be clueless. He wants to crawl around the floor like a helpless animal until you catch him and do whatever you want with him. 

Obviously the whatever had been thoroughly discussed and planned by the two of you beforehand, but Yoongi has realised by now that you like to add your own little spice to it. And that spice is making him burn up in arousal. 

Just as right now when you catch him and then drag his feet back, forcing him to fall down. With a skilled grip, you manage to flip him over and a second later Yoongi feels your weight on his ribcage. He wiggles, kicking the ground fruitlessly. You are keeping him down, making breathing just that tiny bit harder.

Light greets his eyes. You tugged the blindfold down for now, pinning him down with madness in your eyes. Yoongi should be scared, nervous, frightened but all he feels is way too much awe for you. Also there might be a possibility that his cock throbbed at the view, but let’s not concentrate on that embarrassing thought right now.

You grip his chin with two fingers, squishing his cheeks together. Your lips curl into a dark smirk, the kind which twists Yoongi’s stomach in arousal.

“You’re so adorable”, you taunt, “did you really think you could escape me?” you coo sickeningly sweet, running your fingers through his hair.

Yoongi hisses, baring his teeth as he tries to move his head away from your touch. It doesn’t work, it just makes you twist his hair and then push his head down on the floor.

“I’ve had stronger boys than you in captivity. Your miniscule attempts mean nothing to me. They just amuse me.”

Yoongi huffs out air, but feels electric. You are so mean. Fuck, this gets him off so good. 

“Wait”, you furrow your brows, “why are you making that face? What’s wrong? Am I too rough?” you ask, placing your hands on his cheeks to caress them softly. You sound like his princess. Sweet and full of love.

He shakes his head, faltering in his composure. He loves you so much. Oh my god, he loves you like crazy.  

“You’re beautiful”, he whispers.

“You-”, you blink rapidly, flustering, “oh wow, uhm”, you laugh shyly, reaching out to caress his temples, “you’re stupid. Don’t say that when I’m trying to be mean to you.”

He laughs. 

“You were the one who asked.”

“Yes, but you’ll really tell me when I go too far. Won’t you?” 

“Yes, I will.”

“Okay”, you have to smile, “oh Yoongs, you look so handsome like this”, you say in a giggle, feeling up his face and leaning in. 

You kiss him. Yoongi kisses you back even if he shouldn’t for the sake of the roleplay. But he can’t help himself. Your kiss is so good. You feel so amazing.

You bite his lower lip then. Hard and rough. It surprises Yoongi, who ends up moaning into the kiss while squirming under your weight. You pull back with a giggle, letting his lip slip out of your teeth when it physically can’t follow you anymore. Oh how it leaves it burning and aching for another bite.

You sit up, putting your entire weight on his chest while gazing at his face with lovedrunk eyes. And while you do, you trace his features. 

“Princess hey”, he whispers, “you’re supposed to be mean to me.”

“Huh?” you blink rapidly to get out of your lovedrunk trance. 

“You’re supposed to be mean”, he whispers, giving you a little grin.

“Urgh, I know”, you whine, “goddamn it, I always slip out of the role. Sorry, I just want to praise you all the time because you’re so handsome and sexy.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he makes sure. 

“Yes, I’m having so much fun”, you nod your head, “and you?”

“Yeah, I have so much fun.”

You giggle, “good. I try to do a good job, because I want to make it the best experience ever.”

“You’re doing amazing, princess. When you threw me against the wall, that was hot as fuck.”

“Fuck, Yoongs”, you begin squirming, feeling up his face.

“So be mean. I’m serious, fucking hurt me princess.”

“Okay, I will. I just have to be serious”, you furrow your brows, “got to be angry and scary and beat your ass.”

Yoongi smiles fondly.

“What? Stop looking at me”, you hiss and tug the blindfold back on his eyes, “disgusting.” 

He feels short of air, which is quite ironic because your weight leaves his ribcage, but he still does. You are so perfect in that role. He hadn’t expected you to switch back so easily, but you did. Of course you did, because you are perfect. 

“Fuck”, he presses out.

He can barely take in air and you have already dragged him to his knees, using the thick ropes around his wrists to tug him over the ground. 

Yoongi can barely follow you, feeling every rough stumble his knees have to pillow. And he loves it. He fucking loves it, fighting you just so you can drag him rougher and he struggles even more. 

You stop and twist him. His back hits the hardness of your bedpost. He isn’t on the bed, but kneeling right in front of it. 

That wasn’t in the plan, which turns Yoongi on even more. 

The pressure on his arms subsides, he can move them again. For just a second because then you force them high above his head and restrain them against the bedpost. 

Yoongi wants to moan but retorts to growling in anger instead. He has to stay in the role. 

“Release me”, he spits, “you fucking bitch, release me.”

“Never. You’re mine now.”

Yoongi tries to fight the restraints, having come to realise that they won’t budge. No matter how hard he tries, he won’t find freedom through fighting. 

He huffs out air, dropping his head in exhaustion. So here he is. On his knees with a blindfold over his eyes and his arms tied up above his head. He is your prisoner now. Despite all his attempts at fighting for his freedom, he is back to where he started. Maybe even in a far worse situation than before. At least in his cell he had freedom to move around, now he doesn’t. His fate is to take what you give him. 

First his head gets yanked back into an upright position. Then he feels your strong fingers holding it tightly. It squishes his cheeks. 

“I should keep you like this”, your voice is raspy, “just tied up and blindfolded and with the knowledge that you’re at my mercy.”

Yoongi swallows down a moan.

He releases it when a second later you slap his cheek. Not as hard as you did in the cellar, it was more of a harsh nudge. 

He tenses up, giving you a deep growl. The amused chuckle you let out taunts him. 

“You’re adorable”, you say and pat the crown of his head.

“You’re the worst.”

“Oh, I know. I’m very well aware of it”, you snicker devilishly and come closer to tickle his ear with your lips. 

Yoongi holds his breath.

“What I’m going to do to you will redefine the word sadistic”, you whisper, watching in delight how he shudders and tilts his head back in bliss. 

You place your tongue on his neck and lick it. Yoongi fights it because that is what he is supposed to do right now, but all he wants to do is moan your name and shiver. To have you lick his neck with such confidence after whispering such words to him turns him on so much. 

You moan, taking his earlobe between your teeth. And while you do, you let your hands disappear in his pants, cupping his buttocks and using the grip to press his hips into yours. You make him grind against you, releasing his ear to lick the other side of his neck. 

“Fuck”, he croaks, arching his back. 

“See? I told you, you like it when I turn you on”, you taunt and let your left hand disappear between his buttocks. Your fingers press hard, eliciting an actual surprised gasp from Yoongi. They won’t slip in, but it doesn’t make a difference. Yoongi feels the pressure on his rim while his cock is grinding against your thigh and that is enough. 

“You think I like it?” he tries to sound angry but fuck, he just wants to moan, “it’s biology. Nothing more.”

“I don’t think so. I think you’re secretly a whore for my touches.”

Yoongi wants to agree, but flashes his fangs instead. 

Not that you see them, you are way too busy nibbling on his ear and driving him crazy in the process. 

“That’s why you haven’t tried to escape yet. Be honest Yoongi, you love being my sex slave.” 

He doesn’t know what turns him on more. You using his name with such mockery in your voice or you calling him your sex slave. Maybe it’s both. Yes, it’s definitely both.

“I’ll kill you”, he presses out, gasping a second later when you manage to breach him just enough that your fingertip is inside. 

“Maybe, that’d be fun”, you laugh in mockery, “but first I’m going to reduce you to nothing.” 

You force it deeper, just past your first knuckle. The breach burns from the friction, leaving him clenching around you. 

“Ah, f-fuck”, he croaks, chasing your touch in a roll of his hips. 

You slip your finger out again, smirking darkly when Yoongi seems to huff out air in desperation. Truly, it is a shame that you have to stop, but you have more important things to do. Such as getting him naked. 

You yank his pants down, keeping them around his thighs just so he feels even more constrained. It is thrilling to watch just how hard his cock already is, springing free once the fabric is gone. 

“Look at that. You’re so hard”, you taunt, hovering your hand over his cock just close enough that Yoongi can feel the warmth of it. 

He is going to lose his mind. The blindfold is making him so sensitive to everything that touches his skin. And the fact that you are not touching his cock feels like torture. 

The warmth disappears again. He feels your fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt. 

“You are seriously so amusing. You’re really telling me that you feel nothing when your cock’s that fucking hard already”, you say and laugh menacingly, ripping the first three buttons open.

They rip off easily, landing somewhere in the room. You touch his exposed chest, feeling it up with eager palms.

Yoongi chases it with an arch of his back before he realises that he has to fight you. He proceeds to wiggle then.

“This doesn’t mean anything”, he hisses. 

“Tell yourself that if it makes you sleep easier at night”, you say, hooking your fingers in his shirt to get rid of the rest of the buttons as well. You tug hard. The buttons rip off and disappear somewhere on this well polished floor. 

The ruined tunic falls open, revealing Yoongi’s torso to your hungry eyes. His stomach is stretching in the position you forced him in, making the slightest valley appear between his lowest ribs. You reach out and touch it, forcing a flinch to run through his body as he hadn’t expected it. 

His skin feels like silk. Oh so soft that you want to spend hours worshipping it. But you can’t, not right now. Not when you have to make sure that your boytoy gets stripped. 

You stand up and grab the knife you had laid out on the mattress. Yoongi is listening to you, moving his head into the direction of where your steps are headed. 

“What are you doing?” he asks angrily. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you throw back, carrying mockery in your sweet voice. 

Yoongi grinds his teeth, listening to your steps with bated breath. He can’t figure out what you are doing. Not being able to see is driving him insane.

You grip the hem of his sleeve, forcing his hand to ball into a fist in reaction.

There you are. Back with him. Yoongi is panting in an instant. Feeling charged in electricity.

You begin to cut down his sleeve, making sure that he feels every new inch of skin the knife exposes.  

Yoongi wiggles and huffs out air. So that’s what you are doing. Stripping him like it was nothing. Fuck, and you are using the knife for it. Yoongi didn’t think you would, that it would be nothing but a prop for later and now here he is. Getting stripped naked with a knife. 

“Fuck off”, he hisses, fighting the restraints.

You chuckle. Next the other sleeve. You cut slow and precise, basking in his attempts to fight the ropes.

“Leave me alone”, Yoongi growls, wiggling his wrist. 

“Careful, I’ll cut you otherwise”, you warn with boredom in your voice. 

“No, I’ll cut you. Just you wait, once I’m free I-”, Yoongi growls then gasps. 

You cut his skin. Right on his biceps. It’s not a deep cut. More like a little scrape. But it burns nonetheless, sending electricity through his veins. 

He grunts, lifting his head to send you a frown. You merely chuckle.

“Serves you right”, you say and cut the last inch of fabric. 

The tunic falls from his body, pooling by his knees. So there he is. With his torso exposed and his hard cock out. 

You squat down again, keeping the knife in your palm. You touch him, running your hands down his exposed arms.

“Now you look the part”, you say, “naked. Just for me.”

Yoongi growls, furrowing his brows as best as possible. He can’t show it how good you feel. Not again. He’s been faltering too much already. 

“You’re such a slut, Yoongi. You’re seriously just getting naked like that. Are you doing this for everyone?” you taunt, massaging his hips, “I bet you do. Slut.”

Yoongi throbs. You see it. He feels it. 

“Oh? Don’t tell me you like it when I call you out on being a slutty boy.”

His cock throbs again. He squirms. 

“Keep dreaming”, he growls. 

You smirk and grab his hips harshly. Then you lean in, connecting the flat of your tongue with his lower stomach. You lick right up his torso, taking the path in the middle. Not once you break away, licking him all the way from his happy trail up to where his collarbones begin. 

Yoongi is wheezing, making the softest of sounds when you twist his hair and tilt his head to the side just so you can whisper into his ear. 

“You have no idea how I feed off your taste, Yoongi”, you rasp, “that’s why you’re my favourite.”

A bite follows. Harsh, digging right into the sensitive flesh of his neck. The blindfold makes the bite feel a dozen times more intense. Oh Yoongi is squirming, gasping for air. 

“Leave me alone”, he croaks.

Teeth break through. His veins bubble in pleasure. His neck burns unbearably.

“Ah, ___”, he moans, leaking precum from the sheer amount of ecstasy the pain makes him feel.

The bite stops. Yoongi feels so sad. He wants more.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” you are taunting him, “don’t forget your place, Yoongi.”

“Sorry, felt so good. Couldn’t help it”, he murmurs, burning up. 

The giggle you let out, lets him know that you are melting at his words. 

“Mhm Yoongi”, you sigh and dive in for another bite. 

It pinches first, then borders unbearable. 

Yoongi groans, fluttering his lashes even with the blindfold on.

“I’ll kill you, leave me be”, he warns for the sake of the roleplay.

The bite stops, leaving behind painful disappointment.

“No. I told you. You’re my favourite Yoongi and I intend to play with my favourites until they are so used up and ruined I…well…”, you chuckle darkly. 

Your fingertips dance up his torso, stopping at his pecs to trace them. The tip of the knife follows, circling one of his nipples slowly.

“...nobody likes used toys, do they?” you rasp and Yoongi knows exactly what you are insinuating. The only reason why he is still trapped in your bed chambers is because you haven’t grown bored of him yet. Once that day comes, once he is used up to the point of being unable to give you more, you’ll throw him away. 

“So you’ll just release me? After all that trouble, you’ll just release me?”

“Release you? Oh”, you laugh darkly, “oh how naive you truly are. No Yoongi, I won’t release you.”

You move closer, pressing your lips right against his ear. The cold blade glides against his throat, sitting there without ever cutting him. The sensation is still enough to send Yoongi’s breathing into a frenzy.

“I’ll slit your throat and make sure nobody will ever find your body, dear”, you rasp, putting just enough pressure on his throat that Yoongi feels the prickle of cold, sharp metal digging into his skin.

“Fuck”, he presses out, tilting his head back.

“Mhm-hm I know. So behave, as long as you’re my good little toy you have nothing to worry here.”

The blade slips from his throat, leaving him gasping for air. He wants more, but doesn’t let it show. Not long however and he feels the blade again. Now dancing down his sternum and leaving goosebumps behind.

Sharp pain follows. Right on his left pec. You cut him, just enough to draw blood for a second before it heals again. Yoongi feels it nonetheless, cursing under his breath.

“That was for trying to run from me”, you tell him, placing the next cut on his right pec. Under his nipple where his skin is so sensitive that Yoongi feels dizzy at the sensation.

“And that was for trying to run from me…again.”

The third cut goes right on his sternum. Yoongi is writhing under the blade, hitting his head on the pole because of how quickly he threw his head back. He hates that he heals. He hates that the burning pain only lasts a second before the nature of his existence fixes him again. He wants to feel it longer. It feels so good when you do it.

“And that was just because I wanted to”, you say and pull back. You touch the healed spots, wiping away the small remainders of blood.

“Fascinating”, you speak, “to think I have someone as fascinating as you in my collection. It’s a shame you’ll be used up one day.”

He huffs out air and bares his teeth. Each time you mention just how replaceable he is, he feels fire run through his veins. You are so fucking mean, so cruel, so awful. It’s driving him insane, makes him literally ache for your touch.

The knife runs down his stomach. Yoongi flinches into the touch, gasps through his mouth. You find it so amusing just how affected he looks. You are very sure that he is not aware that his cheeks are rosy and that his lips are parted in bliss. He may be making sounds of faux disapproval, but his body speaks for itself. You are doing wonders to him right now, playing him as if it was the easiest thing to do.

You were nervous about cutting him at first, you can’t lie. Yoongi had to assure you multiple times that he wanted it and that he wouldn’t hurt. And even then you felt breathless in nervousness as you glided the blade over his skin for that first fateful cut. That nervousness ceased existing when you could watch how his cock began leaking his pleasure the moment that blade breached his skin.

Now you are greedy for more. You set the blade against his lower stomach, drawing the finest of lines. He tugs on the ropes, presses out a curse. The cut heals instantly.

“Truly, it’s so fascinating”, you speak, hating your voice for trembling the way it does. You are so turned on. He is so hot like this.

“No, it’s not”, he spits, sounding out of breath, “you’re nothing but cruel.”

“Yoongi”, you put disappointment into your voice, watching his cock leak in reaction, “I told you. I’ll redefine the word sadistic. Obviously I’m cruel. You really think I lied to you? Of course not. I never lie.”

You give him one long cut across his stomach, basking in delight as he arches into you in a desperate thrust.

“Look at you. Look at how you’re loving it”, you say tauntingly, “oh Yoongi, you are truly such a slut.”

“No, I’m not. I don’t like what you’re doing.”

“Of course you don’t. That’s why you’re fucking the air like a desperate little whore.”

You place your hand under his cock, using it to support his heavy length as you place the knife right against his skin.  

He sucks in air, holds it. You run the blade along his cock, starting at the base until you reach the tip. It was nothing more than a little scrape, but Yoongi ruins your palm with his arousal nonetheless. Oh so creamy, you wonder if he actually just climaxed from nothing but a knife against his cock. 

You pick up his wetness and spread it over his cock in slow strokes and skilled rolls of your wrist. 

“Princess…” he moans, dropping his head as his strength forsakes him. 

“Princess?” 

You can watch how Yoongi becomes aware of what he just said. His head snaps up again, he tugs at the ropes with a growl. 

It makes you chuckle and twist your hand right around his leaking cockhead. He is so adorable when he is so dumb in pleasure that he forgets all about the roleplay. 

“You’re sweet. So dumb. I like you like this Yoongi. Sweet and dumb and so into what I’m doing to you”, you coo, playing with his nipple as you jerk him off. 

“I’m not into it”, he growls as he feels his nipples harden under your touch.

“Of course not”, you say sarcastically, “just as much as your cock isn’t already creamed and your nipples aren’t so, so hard.”

You lean down and take one of the swollen buds between your teeth. Yoongi chases you with an arch of his back, letting out a shuddering breath at the sharp pressure your teeth cause his nipple to feel. 

You release him slowly, dragging your teeth over him until he slips free. You suck hickeys on his chest on your way to his other nipple, making each mark sting. By the time you have reached his other side, you have managed to get him so charged in sensitivity that the first second of your bite is making him tremble in a rapidly approaching high. 

He tries and fails not to let it show, scratching his nails down the wooden post while his cock grows heavy in your hand. His hips squirm, his throat rattles in a gasp. 

“Oh?” you release his nipple, sneaking a glance up at his blissful face, “what’s wrong? Don’t tell me that you’re close.”

You speed up your hand, forcing his lips to part in an inaudible gasp. He purrs deeply, trying to drag himself up the post but failing.

“Oh, you are. How sweet…”

Any second now. You know his body well enough, that you could probably get the moment right if you started to count. Five, four, three, two and…

You slow down, abandoning his tip to squeeze around his base instead. 

“Fuck”, he curses, bucking his hips against nothing, “fucking hell.”

“And here you are still telling yourself that you aren’t into it. What about it now, Yoongi? Mhm? Now you wanna whine about getting edged, mhm? Decide what you want.”

He grinds his teeth, shows them to you with a snarl. 

“Doesn’t matter, you are not going to cum for a long time tonight”, you say and abandon his cock entirely to run your hands up his torso instead. 

You stand up, dancing your hands along his arm until you reach his bound wrists. You start to undo his knot, making sure that your middle would be oh so close to his face. 

Yoongi is dizzy. He can smell you so well all of a sudden. You are fumbling with his ropes and yet all he can concentrate on is the almost unbearably addicting scent of your cunt. It’s so sweet. Fuck, he is salivating like a stupid dog. It’s dripping down his chin, he knows that it is because he feels it cover his chest. 

Where are you? Why is it so strong? 

Yoongi moves his head, accidentally brushing his nose over your clothed pussy. 

He growls, squirming in an instant. The movement is so harsh that he almost rips through the ropes, hadn’t you dug your nails into his palms. 

“Behave”, you warn, staring down at him with blown-out pupils. 

Look at him. Look at how he is chasing your pussy. Look at how his cheeks are covered in veins and his lips are dripping his drool, barely hiding his long fangs. 

You step closer, forcing his nose to brush against you again. 

He inhales deeply, exhaling in a rattling growl and his tongue slipping past his lips in a desperate curl. 

But you don’t let him get close. Not yet at least. He has to work harder for it. 

Yoongi snatches for you as strings of his drool drip from his tongue. 

“Disgusting”, you say, tugging his head back. 

Yoongi groans, looking genuinely surprised as his jaw goes slack and his nose scrunches up.

“Look at you. You’re drooling like a little baby. Where’s your manners? You’ll ruin my floors”, you say and slap his cheek. 

Yoongi opens and closes his lips, gulping violently. 

“I’m not in the mood to clean your stupid drool, so keep that tongue inside until I tell you otherwise.”

Yoongi sticks his tongue out, earning himself a harsh slap across his cheek. 

“Keep that tongue inside”, you spit, “fuck, you’re so disgusting”, you twist his hair and then tug harshly, “follow me.”

Yoongi follows with struggle. The pants around his legs are making walking difficult and you are tugging his hair so harshly that he is way too dizzy.

He knows that you are dragging him on top of your bed however. Seconds later, his back hits the mattress so harshly the air gets knocked out of him. 

“Not that shit again”, he murmurs, trying so so hard to make himself sound unexcited. It’s very hard when he is literally aching in excitement. Now his favourite part will start. 

You’ll sit on his face while he pretends that he doesn’t want it. Fuck. He’s been thinking about it ever since you started this roleplay. He wants it so bad. 

So bad in fact, that he forgets all about fighting you when you force his arms above his head to restrain them against the headrest. When he does remember, it is already too late and you have him exactly where you want him to be. 

You place your hands on his wrist, running them down his arms until you reach his throat. You press your thumbs right under his Adams apple, applying enough pressure to force a series of coughs and gags out of Yoongi. 

"Sweet", you say, sitting down on his stomach, "you sound so funny when you choke." 

You release his throat, listening to his coughing. He shakes your body as he does, while you feel up his chest and arms. 

“Calm down, crybaby. I didn’t even choke you that hard”, you say, slapping his face. 

“Fuck you”, he croaks.

“Yep, that’s what you’ll do. With your tongue, so open up.”

Yoongi presses his lips together. 

Slap. Harsh and right on his cheek.

“Open up.”

He shakes his head. 

A harsh grip on his chin forces your nails to scratch his skin. You press down hard, forcing his jaw apart slowly. 

“Open. Up.”

His lips part. The consequences are instant. Yoongi gets two of your fingers poking into his mouth. He tenses his jaw, denying you access.

“Fuck Yoongi, don’t make it so hard on yourself.”

He growls, grinding his teeth. Said teeth you begin prying apart like a dog owner would its dog’s to feed it medicine. Except that you aren’t feeding him medicine, you are feeding him two of your fingers, sticking them down his throat all the way the moment his jaw goes slack for a second. 

Yoongi gurgles, trying to shake his head, but he ends up with your hand around his throat instead, pinning him down.

“Fucking idiot. You really think acting like a brat will get you anywhere?” you spit, fucking his mouth in harsh rolls of your wrist. 

“Hngng”, Yoongi gurgles, wiggling under you. You are so far down his throat. Fuck, he wasn’t ready for it.

“Stop whining, it won’t change anything.”

His mouth is seriously made for it. His tongue is soft and wet. His throat is oh so tight.

"You’ll have to eat me out if you want to or not, Yoongi. No need to put up a fight, that’ll only force me to punish you", you spit, thrusting into him harshly. 

Yoongi gags and groans, drooling all around your fingers. 

“Of course. I can’t wait for it either”, you pretend to understand him, pressing down on his tongue and forcing another gag out of him. 

A tear escapes his eyes, rolling down his cheek just for you to see. 

“Look at that. That’s hilarious. You’re crying”, you taunt and with just a curl of your fingers you force him to gag and cry again.

Yoongi whimpers, panting as best as possible. You know that the squirming he is doing is honest and that you are dancing on the limit with him. 

Yoongi isn’t used to so much pressure in his throat. Not him, because he doesn’t take cock down his throat like that. At least not for so long, so constant, so harshly. He is getting pushed to his limits and you are living for it, pushing him even more with madness in your gaze.

You twist your wrist, squeeze his throat, listen to him gag out a desperate mewl. So tight, oh his tongue is pressing against your fingers in a desperate attempt to get rid of them. His cheeks are wet, tears cover them, soaking the edge of the blindfold as well. 

“Fuck Yoongi, I’d make wine from your tears, if only I could”, you rasp, slipping your fingers free. Strings of his saliva break, covering his puffy lips. 

He gulps, inhaling in snapping breaths whilst tugging at the ropes.

“You are adorable”, you taunt and wipe his tears away, “crybaby tears. My favourite”, you say, licking them off your fingers, “I can really taste the patheticness in them. Great flavour.”

“You’re a monster”, he croaks, still catching his breath. His throat is pulsating from the finger fuck. He can’t remember the last time he had to gag so much. Fuck, once he is free he’ll carry you on fucking hands. You are so good at treating him like shit. 

“Says the person turning into a bloodsucker at night”, you say, taking off your panties, “go look at your own reflection first”, you add, climbing on top of him. 

A sweet scent tickles his nose again. His entire body tenses up. You are above him. He knows that you are. And this time around you aren’t wearing any panties. He can recognize that scent anytime.

“Tongue out”, you order, twisting his hair.

Yoongi obeys because the scent of your pussy makes him complacent. If he wants to or not. You tell him to do something and he does it. When his reward is pussy, Yoongi would fly to the moon and back if that’s what you ask of him. 

“Cute”, you taunt and then sit down on him, smothering him in your sex.

The sound Yoongi makes is demonic. For just a second you think that he might rip through his restraints, but he controls himself, using the energy to completely devour your cunt instead. 

This is Yoongi. The real Yoongi. There is not an ounce of roleplay involved right now. Because Yoongi got pussy and when Yoongi gets pussy his brain shuts off and he turns attentive for nothing except your cunt and her sweetness. 

And right now he is feasting on you with so much lewd sloppiness that it is covering his entire face. 

“Fucking hell”, you press out, rocking your hips back and forth. It grinds your clit over his tongue. Yoongi sucks on it each time he can reach her the best. The movements of your hips forces you to slip out of his grasp after a second. 

Yoongi grows impatient by it and soon you have him chasing you with jerks of his head and his teeth. He tugs at the ropes as well, tensing his muscles.

“Hey”, you warn, lifting your hips, “hide those disgusting fangs of yours, will you?” 

Yoongi groans, trying to hide them as best as possible.

“Better”, you say, “seriously, I’m not your free blood bank, vampire.”

“As if I want to drink your poisoned blood, snake”, he throws back, “I’d rather starve than drink you-”

You don’t let him finish, muffling him with your pussy.

“Shut your ugly mouth and use it for something productive instead”, you spit. 

Yoongi growls, tugging at the ropes. 

“And keep those arms still”, you warn and slap them harshly. 

He curses, wiggling his inhumanely long tongue into you. He curls it, hitting your favourite spot so well you actually gasp.

“Shit, Yoongi”, you laugh breathily, “mhhm baby….good.”

Yoongi opens his eyes to look at you, only to realise that he can’t because he is blindfolded. Your pussy tastes a hundred times better then and Yoongi uses his tongue to fuck your tight hole while fuelling his own hunger for you. 

“Fuck”, you moan and twist his hair, “I always forget you can do that.”

You press his head into the pillow and then begin bouncing on his tongue. Hot, thick, long and dripping wet in his drool it is fucking you senseless. 

“That’s it, that’s why you’re my favourite”, you pant, throwing your head back, “right there, you useless fuck.”

Yoongi feels as if he is running on ecstasy. On cocaine and heroin. He is charged, feels invincible and so fucking high. You are fucking yourself on his tongue. This is his religion.

Yoongi moans into you and curls his tongue deeper. He couldn’t describe what he actually feels right now. There are no words invented which could properly describe the amount of pleasure he is feeling. He just knows that your taste is like a drug to him and that having your wet pussy wrapped around his long tongue like that is bringing him close to an overdose. There is so much taste, oh so much of you. You are literally engulfing him and Yoongi is writhing himself deeper and deeper into you.

“Fuck”, you squeal, lifting your hips, “deep. What the hell?”

Yoongi gurgles, trying to make up for the loss of depth by lifting his head. His tongue fills you up again, making you feel so full and stuffed that you gasp and flinch away.

“Yoongi, control yourself”, you warn, “you won’t get pussy if you’re acting like a greedy animal.”

Your hips lift off, his tongue slips free. It’s so long. Covered in your creamy pleasure and curling against nothing. Fuck. His fangs are on full display as well. 

“Look at you. No wonder you’re so greedy”, you grab his chin, “you’re looking more animal than human by now. I told you to hide those fangs, didn’t I?”

“Give me cunt", he demands in a demonic voice, curling his long tongue.

“Oh? Now you wanna beg for it?”

“Just give me cunt, fuck. Stop making it so hard”, he barks with desperation in his raspy voice.

“You’re so amusing. Where’s all that hatred for me gone? Admit it Yoongi, you love me.”

He bares his fangs angrily, snapping for your pussy. With a harsh push to his head he is back under your control, damned to take whatever you allow him to have.

“You love me because I can give you pussy whenever”, you say, plopping back down on his face. And right now you allow him to have your unfiltered taste. 

It takes Yoongi not even a second to be back inside of you, stuffing you with his demonic tongue and moaning in ecstasy while behind that blindfold his eyes roll back. 

“See? You love me”, your voice is trembling in pleasure, “so show me. Fucking w-worship me.”

Yoongi moans for you. Oh he will worship you. He is so ready. So fucking ready. All he exists for is to worship you. He drills his tongue deeper, showing you just how eager he is to give you the glory you deserve. 

“So deep, you’re fucking crazy”, you croak, fucking yourself on him in smooth rolls of your hips and touching your clit as you do. You are going to cum around his tongue. You decided that this will be your goal and now you are hellbound on achieving it. 

Yoongi takes it gladly, letting your sweet nectar run down his tongue and coat his throat. Breathing is hard, you are smothering him each time you let yourself drop on his face, but he doesn’t care. He cares for nothing else except your cunt. She is the only thing important.

“So good”, you keen, twisting his hair and sending shivers down his spine, “fucking me so good…”

Yoongi holds back on most nights, so you realised. It’s not often that you actually see the potential of his tongue. You feel it, because Yoongi would never ever do a bad job when he is between your legs, but his true size he likes to hide for whatever silly reason. You truly can’t find an explanation good enough to excuse it, because holy fuck sitting on his tongue feels sacrilegious.  

Long. Oh so long. 

Thick. Giving your hole such a nice stretch.

Dripping in his drool. Making the best mess between your legs.

It doesn’t take long for you to get oh so close. Not when he feels like that.

“You’re making me cum”, you choke out, sending a jolt through his limps. He begins tugging on the ropes, kicking the sheets as best as possible.

He gurgles, wiggles himself deeper as he grows inside of you. He wants it. That’s all he needs. Your fucking cum. Your clenching walls around his tongue. Your cunt showering him in your high. 

Yoongi is doing everything in his power to keep the ropes intact. He wants to rip them and grip your hips to keep you down. He could do so easily, but he doesn’t allow his muscles to work. Not when he is still supposed to be your prisoner. 

“Yes Yoongi, fuck”, you groan, clenching down on him, “you’re not as useless…as I..thought…fuck ah…”

Shit, you sound so close. Yoongi trembles. He needs to make you cum. And not rip through those weak ropes.

He thinks those two thoughts as he tongue fucks you. Make her cum. Don’t rip the ropes. Make her cum. Don’t ruin the ropes. Make her fucking cum. Please don’t rip the ropes. Please cum. Please. Fucking please.

“Yes! Fuck! Yoongi!” you moan loudly, losing yourself on top of his face while his tongue is getting creamed. 

Yoongi fucks the air, crying out with you. Holy fuck you are convulsing like crazy. Fuck his tongue so sensitive. Shit, he is going to cum. 

Not that he can. Because before the sweet fire of his high can wash over him, you slip off his tongue, abandoning him in his agony. 

You watch with a dizzy mind as he is searching for you. He looks so ruined, so desperate. Fangs out, creamed tongue way too long and desperate and cheeks covered in his drool and your cum. 

“Well damn Yoongi”, you say, plopping down on his stomach, “you were actually useful.”

“More”, he begs, “please more.”

He makes you laugh, “Yoongi dear, aren’t you forgetting something?”

He mewls, rolling his head to the side, “just wanna have pussy”, he keens, meaning every syllable of it.  

“I know. You’re insatiable”, you give his cheek a soft slap, “pathetic. Show some self-control will you?”

“Fuck”, he presses out and forces his tongue back into his mouth.

“Better. Now.”

You shimmy down his body, sitting down on his constrained thighs. You place your hands on his hips, sending life through his cock. He turns his head, holding his breath in anticipation. Oh how curious he looks. 

“Look at you”, you say, squeezing his hips, “you are so messy. Did eating my pussy get you close again?”

“No”, he lies and does a terrible job at it. 

“Of course not. You hate me after all, don’t you?”

“Yeah, hate you so much.”

“Mhm, of course”, you have to snicker, “oh Yoongi, you’re not only useful but funny too. You truly are my favourite.”

You wrap your fingers around his cock and lift your hips, hovering your pussy over his cock instead. You lower yourself, grinding your sensitive clit against his frenulum.

“Feel it? You’ve got me dripping”, you tease him, sending a shudder through his limbs. 

You can watch how he intertwines his own fingers and squeezes his hands to the point where his knuckles become even paler than they already are.

Up and down you grind your cunt, covering him in your cream. His veins are pulsating under you, his cock is so hard.

“All that cream, it’s getting wasted on your cock. Imagine Yoongi dear. Imagine you could have all of that wetness on your tongue right now”, you coo, watching in delight how he snarls and reveals his dripping fangs.

“So much of me wasted, Yoongi. Isn’t that sad?”

“I’ll rip you to fucking pieces”, he hisses.

“And how are you planning on doing that? Mhm? You’re all tied up.”

“Argh”, he growls, ripping at the ropes so harshly that the headboard croaks.

“Hey”, you warn, striking your punishing hand right across his cock.

Yoongi gasps and tenses his thighs.

“Behave. Ruin even an inch of my furniture and I’ll slit your throat right here and now.”

“Just slit it”, he hisses, tugging on the ropes a second time, “at least I’d be released of your endless fucking chattering.”

“Wow”, you laugh, “the toy is feisty. What’s wrong Yoongi? Are you really that upset about all that wasted sweetness?”

He huffs out air, doing so honestly.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, you coo, “don’t worry, dear. I’ll make it up to you.”

You sit down on his cock, welcoming him in your warmth inch by inch. Yoongi tries not to, but ends up arching his back while his chest heaves up and down in quick pants. He makes no sounds because that would reveal just how good he actually feels right now.

“Mhm Yoongi”, you sigh, bottoming out. You stick your ass out and begin rolling your hips back and forth, “you fill me out so fucking well.”

“You can’t fuck for shit.”

“Excuse me?” you gasp, widening your eyes.

“You think you’re so good, when a dead fish could fuck better than you.”

“Rude?” you scoff, placing your hands on his chest for support, “and very untrue. Come on Yoongi, if you want to insult me, at least don’t lie”, you say, starting your ruthless fucking with a clench of your walls.

Yoongi is twisting the ropes, dimpling the pillow from throwing his head back. He groans quietly and for as long as there is air in his lungs. His deep voice vibrates against your fingertips, filling them with an itch to feel his throat under them. Your left hand gives in, falling around his throat.

You can feel how he sucks in air and then groans again. It tickles your fingers, fills your veins with electricity.

“What about how I fuck now? Mhm? Still wanna spit ugly lies?” you challenge, feeling lightheaded from just how good it feels to bounce on his cock. Veiny and oh so hard, curving just right to grind against your favourite spot and creamed oh so well that the lewdest of sounds fill the air.

“S-still feels like shit”, he presses out. 

“It does? Does it really? Mhm?” you challenge, squeezing down on his veins. You stop when only his tip is inside, circling your hips. 

Yoongi gasps under your fingers, tensing his arms as he is trying not to rip through the ropes. 

“Still bad”, he gets out, “fuck, it’s the worst.”

“No. You are the worst. What the fuck?” you spit, dropping down on him in sync with a slap across his face. 

It was a hard slap, forcing his head to roll to the side. His skin is red for just a second, his voice trembles in a groan.

Then he laughs. He laughs with so much mockery in his voice you feel genuine annoyance for a second. He fixes the position of his head.

“Is that all you’ve got? Come on ___, your pussy game is weak.”

“Okay, you know what? Shut it”, you hiss and without any sort of gentleness you force your panties into his mouth. 

Yoongi groans, tugging at the ropes while trying to flee from you. Not that he can because you pin him down with your hand on his forehead.

“I didn’t want to do this, but you give me no other choice. You’re such a stupid brat, fuck”, you hiss, stuffing all of the fabric into him. 

You work thoroughly. Only when all of the fabric is stuffed into his mouth, you feel satisfied. You press your hand over his mouth, giving him a harsh push.

“Keep it in there”, you order.

Yoongi huffs out air and growls, furrowing his brows. He says something, but it comes out as nothing more than gurgles and muffled sounds. 

“Perfect”, you smile, “now you’re quiet.”

You let your hands slip back to his chest and pay attention to your hips instead. Sitting on Yoongi’s cock while gagging him with your panties is fun, but you want to fuck yourself stupid. And that can only happen when you move your hips as if their only purpose was to fuck. 

Yoongi tenses his neck, bites down on your panties and groans deeply. The headboard croaks again, his arms are so fucking tense that they are shaking. You know that he is in heaven right now. You know how to fuck. Oh, you know. You’re sitting on cock way too many nights to not be good at it. You’re a goddamn master in it. 

“Shit Yoongi. You’re so much better when you’re quiet”, you taunt, forcing him to tense his jaw and growl at you, “growl all you want, it’s the truth.”

You drop down on him and for just a second Yoongi’s angry growl becomes a desperate squeak and a disbelieved laugh. Not for long because after that laugh you can listen to him breathe in and then mumble curses into the fabric.

“I can’t hear you, Yoongi. Stupid idiot your attempts to insult me are useless”, you tell him, “just like the rest of you.”

And unlike your words may make one assume, he is not useless. You fuck yourself on his throbbing cock with so much vigour that only an idiot would see your words as the truth.  

“So fucking useless”, you lull, throwing your head back. You begin playing with his hard nipples, sending a jolt through his limbs. His cock grows inside you, stretching you out so good you feel your toes curl. The bounces up and down feel a hundred times better because of it.

Another sound from him. Angry, yet filled with so much desperation. 

“Do you like that? Mhm?” you ask, rolling your thumbs into his nipples, “do you like how I play with your cute, little nipples?”

Yoongi mewls. He mewls because you just called him cute and for a second he felt high. Your touch becomes unbearable in how good it feels. His skin is so sensitive that he can feel how the air touches him. His cock is burning up so much that not even your wetness can still the fire. His fingers hurt so much. He is breaking them slowly because if he didn’t, he would break the fucking bed instead. And to top it all of, your taste is soaked into your panties and now he is being gagged with it and it is sitting on his tongue in a constant, torturing presence.

He wants to cum. 

That’s the main problem right now. 

He wants to fucking explode. And it’s so hard to hold back when every second with you feels like paradise. 

“Of course you like it. Look at how you’re squirming”, you challenge, twisting and pinching his swollen, oh so sensitive nipples. 

Yoongi soaks your panties with his drool, rolling his eyes back behind the blindfold. He is glad that it is hiding him, because fuck, he is acting like such a slut right now. You would tease him so much if you knew about how you’re getting him to the point of having to roll his eyes back.

You squeeze your pussy around him, “you’re so hard Yoongi. So big too. Don’t tell me your tongue isn’t the only thing being able to grow”, you mock him with a laugh and a harsh squeeze of your walls. You pinch his nipples and Yoongi can’t take it anymore. 

He spits your panties out. They fall on his neck messily.

“Slow”, he croaks.

“Why should I?”

Yoongi writhes and groans deeply, letting his jaw go slack. He squeezes his aching hands, groans again. His nipples are so fucking swollen under your fingertips, his cock is throbbing and twitching.

“Oh, now I know. You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”

He doesn’t nod his head, but his body is trembling so much that this is all the answer you need. 

“That’s so adorable. The brat is talking about how I fuck worse than a dead fish and now he wants to cum”, you growl, tensing your pussy just to make it oh so hard for him.

“Ah”, he lets out, throwing his head back, “ah-hah. Ah!”

Yoongi doesn’t mind that he is being loud. He is aware that this goes against his role, but it feels too nice not to make sounds.

“There we go, moan for me. That’s it, show me how good I fuck”, you encourage him with your blown-out pupils glued to his face. He looks so far gone in his heaven.

Yoongi tenses up, voice pitching in his throat. Impressive really, just how high his voice can get if only you play him right.

You twist his plumb nipples and clench down on him, watching in delight as this brings him over the edge. He moans deeply, scrunching his entire face up while his body spasms underneath you.

“O-oh god”, he croaks out, thrusting his hips into you with jerks of his cock shooting his hot cum into you.

“Whore. You’re such a whore”, you talk him through his orgasm, playing with his nipples to the point of Yoongi having to arch his back because for just a second it feels as if he was climaxing under your touch.

You don’t stop afterwards. You keep him locked deep inside, bouncing on him with all the strength your muscles allow you to have.

“Anghn”, he presses out, fighting you off as best as possible.

Not that he can. Your legs have an iron grip around his hips and your fingers are pinning down his chest.

“Argh!” he growls, putting more effort into his fight, “fucking. Bitch.”

“Stop wiggling”, you order, wrapping your hands around his throat. Tight and hard.

Yoongi gurgles out a drugged out moan, ripping his mouth open. His body grows slack and complacent under you, his cock is pulsating inside of you as it weeps in overstimulation.

Blindfolded. Tied up. Stripped. Overstimulated. Choked. Fucked.

Yoongi thinks he has never felt better than he does right now. There is no better situation he could find himself in than this. This is your peak. The final form of your relationship. Yoongi is your tortured sex slave and you are his perfect goddess. It won’t get any better than this.

“Take it”, you order, torturing his cock with harsh bounces up and down. 

The new leverage his throat gives you, makes it possible. He moans loudly under your strong grip, stretching his arms further up the mattress. 

Yeah, he is doing a terrible job at pretending that he was your unwilling prisoner, but quite frankly, you couldn’t care less. Yoongi is doing a fantastic job at being your very obvious willing prisoner and you are not one to call him out on it. 

Quite frankly, you long stopped pretending as well. The choke you give him and that ruthless fuck? Things you would do to him regardless of the roleplay. This right here is two people fucking like animals for the sole reason of never getting enough of each other. No roleplay, just unbearable attraction. 

You must say once again that this blindfold fits him like nothing else. Especially when small wet spots are beginning to form where his eyes are.

“You’re crying? Aww crybaby, what’s wrong? Can’t take the fuck?”

Yoongi makes a sound. You can barely decipher it from how tightly you are choking him. 

“Talk to me”, you bark, releasing his neck. 

Yoongi begins writhing, hitting his head on the mattress repeatedly. He just manages to give you a view of his tongue curling back and then he is climaxing for a second time. Deep inside of you, oh so deep that it feels as if he is making sure that you would never stop dripping his seed.

The orgasm is angry, consuming Yoongi to the point where he forgets his strength and almost throws you off with just how aggressively he begins rutting up into you.

“Oh shit”, you startle, finding support on his chest, “Yoongi fuck, careful.”

Yoongi growls and rips through the ropes like they are nothing. 

“Yoongi”, you gasp, gawking at them. Those were really strong ropes…

He growls angrily and grips your hips, holding your body safely while he is drilling his throbbing cock into you. Now you understand. He is holding you, making sure that you wouldn’t be thrown off by his gluttonous thrusts. His thumb finds your clit instantly, pressing down hard and rubbing quick circles. It sends shudders through you and makes your body feel on flames.

“Yes”, you moan and tilt your head back as you let the sensation wash over you, “yes, fuck yes.”

“So good, so fucking good. My princess, my fucking goddess”, he is chanting, fucking his cock into you with all he has to offer. Skin slaps against skin, your head is dizzy, your pussy feels tortured in the best way.

“Yoongi, ah Yoongi, oh god Yoongi don’t stop”, you have resorted to motivating him with loud moans of his name, covering his chest in scratch marks and his throat in bruises.

“Can’t fucking stop, princess. Don’t wanna”, he promises you as he grinds his thumb into your clit.

“Yoongi”, you tense up, “you’re making me cum”, you keen, falling to your elbows.

“Do it. Cum. Holy fuck, please cum”, he pants, putting even more pressure on your clit. His fingers are holding your hips, bruising your flesh.

You climax with a gasp of his name and your teeth digging into his shoulder. Holy fuck, you are burning up, convulsing on top of him.

“Urgh fuck!” he yelps, throwing his head back, “you fucking- ah!”

You are very sure that Yoongi is currently filling you up with his wet orgasm. It would fit the situation perfectly. Overstimulated to the point of no return and high on pain to the point of no vision. You know him and he’s a squirter if only you play his body right. The only logical outcome of such a night was for his body to lose control in the wettest ways possible.

“Again”, he growls, “one more”, Yoongi presses down on your clit harder and grinds it right against your favourite spot. Your knees buckle, your thighs feel oh so weak. It’s so much stimulation. Too much and too soon after your high. Your entire body convulses, your stomach feels like bursting, your pussy is on fire.

“Yoongi now”, you keen, falling into your forced high so aggressively, you fear that you might never find your way back, "oh god, Yoongi. Ah."

Deep and hard. You squeeze out all that precious cream he pumped into you. You’re a squirter after all and what better way to show off your skills than by ruining your bed and his body with your high.

“Oh god, Yoongi. Good. Yoongi. Ah, Yoongi.”

“Yes princess, yes. Holy fuck, yes. Feels so good, so tight. Fuck princess, yes”, he encourages you, riding on your sweet, sweet high.

“Urgh god”, you fall off of him the moment you stop shaking. Your orgasms spill everywhere, but you need to take a shower either way, so who cares. 

Your eyes are watering, your ears are ringing, your throat is dry. 

“Fucking hell”, you press out and laugh, “that was incredible.”

Yoongi chuckles, reaching for you. He touches your side then dances his hand to your lower stomach. He rests it there, warm and safe.

“I can feel your heartbeat in your tummy”, he says, caressing your skin.

“I can tell you that I am currently feeling it in my pussy as well.”

Yoongi snorts ungracefully and breaks into shoulder-shaking laughter.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious”, you say in cackles.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just feel so happy”, he says between his giggles, “can’t stop laughing”, he confesses and giggles again, hiding his face behind his arm.

You smile, propping yourself up on your elbows. You tug his arm away then take off the blindfold. He opens his eyes, spilling tears from his crinkled up corners. His giggles become quieter, now shaking his shoulders more than they make sound. You wipe his tears and press a kiss to his smiling lips.

Yoongi kisses you back instantly, sighing your name in a saccharine voice. 

“Fuck Yoongi”, you say, giggling as you drop your head on his chest, “I’m so going to be sore tomorrow", you groan, massaging your tense thigh muscles, “every inch of my body hurts.”

You crane your neck.

He is gazing down at you with a content grin.

“I’m spent too. You ruined me completely”, he says.

“Yeah”, you say, dropping back into the sheets. You snuggle up against him, tracing the slope of his nose, “did you squirt again?”

“Mhm, felt so good.”

“I did too”, you giggle, “my bed’s ruined now.”

“Mhm. Sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s so sexy when you squirt.”

“Yeah”, he agrees and sighs, “fuck, so dead.”

You giggle, “same, I’m gonna sleep like a stone today.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi somehow manages to flip to his side.

Like this your head rests on his arm and he can cup your face. His hand is heavy on your cheek now that he uses zero muscle to hold it. You don’t mind that it is, because it makes you feel so safe.

Yoongi peels his eyes open in a flutter. He smiles.

“You can be so mean”, he says with fond eyes.

“Right? I was so shocked by myself. I hope I wasn’t too mean.”

“No, you were perfect. Thank you”, he says and inches closer to kiss your forehead, “you just made me the happiest man ever.”

You giggle, “gosh, Yoongs. I’m happy too”, you say.

Yoongi nuzzles and purrs.

“You were really mean too”, you nudge his chest, “I fuck worse than a dead fish? Seriously?” 

He chuckles, “sorry, I was into it.”

“You’re such a brat, like damn Yoongi.” 

“I know”, he says and chuckles. He kisses your hair, “you’re the best. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know, you didn’t. I was just genuinely annoyed for a moment. Like damn.”

He snickers, “sorry.”

“Tch”, you click your tongue and nudge his chest, “can we talk about your tongue though? That was bloody crazy”, you say.

“I know, shit couldn’t help myself. It’s my stupid curse. It happens when I like the taste.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Yoongs. I loved it. This is single handedly one of the hottest things you can do.”

He chuckles, “good to know that my fucking curse is good for something.”

“It’s so good.”

“Mhm”, he hums and chuckles, “fuck, I can’t believe you let me tongue fuck you like that.”

“I’ll do it more often from now on. I’m telling you.”

“I’m counting on it”, he says and sighs contently, “did you like the knife play?”

“Oh my god, I was so nervous at first. Could you tell?” you say, snickering. 

He snickers as well, because he is so happy when he’s with you. 

“Not at all”, he says, “you were amazing.”

“Okay good. I was so nervous, but holy cow, this is so hot? What the hell?”

“Right? I told you it’s hot”, he purrs in contentment, “felt really good too. You’re a natural.” 

“I am?”

“Yeah, the pressure was perfect. Mhm my princess”, he snuggles you oh so tightly, “I fucking adore you.”

Your heart flutters unbearably. Yoongi’s sweet words are rare but always honest. This just filled you with so much happiness. 

“I adore you too, my prince.”

He kisses your forehead and sighs, “do you want me to take you out tomorrow?”

“Hm? What do you mean?” you ask him.

“Tell me something you want to have, I’ll buy it for you.”

You snort, craning your neck to look into his eyes.

“What?” he asks.

“Good to know that being mean to you turns you charitable. Min Yoongi, you really want to take me out to the big, big mall where there are so, so many people?”

He rolls his eyes, “fine, then don’t tell me. At least I can save money like that”, he murmurs, making you snicker.

“How about you take me somewhere nice and quiet instead? We’ll get some snacks on the way and then talk until it’s late.”

“Where to?”

“Mhm, don’t know. Maybe the beach?”

“That’s a three hour drive and it’s going to be so hot”, he whines.

“You asked me what I want and now you’re judging it?” you have to laugh, nudging his chest.

“Okay, okay fine”, he gives in with a fond roll of his eyes, “I’ll take you, but I’m not going into the water.”

“We’ll see about that when we’re there. I’ll get you in there somehow.”

“Keep dreaming”, he murmurs, snuggling into you. He relaxes with a content sigh and begins purring softly, tracing your spine.

He will do so until he falls asleep, while you trace his waist and kiss his chest until you join him in his dreams as well.

And yes, if anyone was wondering, you do manage to get Yoongi into the water the next day. He was whining about its temperature the entire time and then clutched you for warmth.

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